Trizzzycainexo, S3Huncho - Last Resort Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Aye
Baby I been ballin' I ain't talking bout the sport
I been making moves, rocking shows in New York
I be geeked up countin' money like a dork
Twelve askin' questions I know nothing of the sort
Riding through the city I be gripping on the torch
I'm just tryna ball, buy everything in the store
I be rollin' gas, you be smoking on a Port
Grippin' on the metal, I'm just holding down the fort
We could hit Miami take some pictures at the port
Yea this liquor in my system, yea this shit my last resort
Youngin' in them trenches had no daddy, jump the porch
If you run up on me you get burned you get scorched
Coming with them rumors bitch you better have the source
She gon' jump up on it, ride the dick just like a horse
Get the pack and ship it to my youngin' up north
Opps talking crazy, pussy nigga check the score
Aye
Hey, uh
I just need a milli nothin' less I want more
Ball until I fall I cash out at every store
Pull up in a Jeep, I ain't sliding no Ford
Hey
Hit the road on a daily like a nigga on tour
Gettin' money everyday started feeling like a chore
Remember them days we had nothing before
Way way back in the day, uh
I was stuck in my ways
Almost caught a case
Momma was hurting so I made a change
I never cared I was numb to the pain
Only excuse to get high
3 Grams in a wood got me fried
Smoke dope out the onion this shit go me crying
Way way back in the day, uh
I was stuck in my ways
Almost caught a case
Momma was hurting so I made a change
Only excuse to get high
3 Grams in a wood got me fried
Smoke dope out the onion this shit go me crying

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Aye
Baby I been ballin' I ain't talking bout the sport
I been making moves, rocking shows in New York
I be geeked up countin' money like a dork
Twelve askin' questions I know nothing of the sort
Riding through the city I be gripping on the torch
I'm just tryna ball, buy everything in the store
I be rollin' gas, you be smoking on a Port
Grippin' on the metal, I'm just holding down the fort
We could hit Miami take some pictures at the port
Yea this liquor in my system, yea this shit my last resort
Youngin' in them trenches had no daddy, jump the porch
If you run up on me you get burned you get scorched
Coming with them rumors bitch you better have the source
She gon' jump up on it, ride the dick just like a horse
Get the pack and ship it to my youngin' up north
Opps talking crazy, pussy nigga check the score
Aye
Hey, uh
I just need a milli nothin' less I want more
Ball until I fall I cash out at every store
Pull up in a Jeep, I ain't sliding no Ford
Hey
Hit the road on a daily like a nigga on tour
Gettin' money everyday started feeling like a chore
Remember them days we had nothing before
Way way back in the day, uh
I was stuck in my ways
Almost caught a case
Momma was hurting so I made a change
I never cared I was numb to the pain
Only excuse to get high
3 Grams in a wood got me fried
Smoke dope out the onion this shit go me crying
Way way back in the day, uh
I was stuck in my ways
Almost caught a case
Momma was hurting so I made a change
Only excuse to get high
3 Grams in a wood got me fried
Smoke dope out the onion this shit go me crying