Name: Trilla Bandit by Trilla Swain
Duration: 2 min 8 s
Description: Greetings earthlings, I come in human form yet.... I don't belong here.

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Greetings earthlings, I come in human form yet.... I don't belong here.

Trilla Bandit

Last diss, good shit Keshi.

Look
Now why is that boy tryna diss, he know he can't get in that bag
He really be freeloading off of his wife, he bought her a ring cause he living off Ash
Keshi be talking like he never fuck with my music, I'm carrying this pussy he trash
Keshi be cheating all over his girl, he living a lie he be giving her crabs
Now let's really speak about Jay Wood, yeah you went to ride I'll give you respect
But let's not forget how I was just out in that field, you hid in the car with a tec
We know that they paying you pennies, while you talking to me better speak wit ya chest
Yo label not fucking with none of the music I make, that's why he gone talk out his neck

Look
We addressing the topic, I know why we never signed
Half of yo artist are mad that we better, you ain't speaking on that cause you know that they crying
And I know why you got out the street life, cause Ash got tired of paying dem fines
She really the dude in that marriage, you need to stop poppin yo shit and get back onna grind
Now let's really talk, I really been "HIM" with da music before you could even go walk
Talkin bout Jay Wood dropped me, last I can remember we put him in chalk
I can take on the label, you really promoting a creep, ain't good he wanna just stalk
You know that I'm better than most of yo label, I'm really top 3 ain't no reason to talk

Whenever I walk in the spot, I be clutching the glock this a real pipe burner
Keshi be living off Ash, prolly beating her too he the real Ike Turner
Talkin bout I'm in love wit his bitch, she can't handle the dick boy I really might hurt her
I'm killing this pussy all over this beat, I won't get outta jail if they hit me wit murder
Facts

Ike Turner (Last Diss) - MariBandz

Spin around the block we gonna come around.
Let off hella shots at your top it go bang blow.
Chilling with the strays man I belong in the dog pound.
Feel like Keshi Waves man I told y’all boys to “Calm Down”.
Speaking too much got me running out of breath.
Yeah young gunner still a rookie but I’m balling like a vet.
Fucking on my baby with her friends up in the pool.
Bust that pussy open so tight she getting loose.
Never fucking lack I’m always toting on my tool.
Look I found a new voice and I think it’s pretty cool.
You be speaking out your ass I know that you be capping.
Keep my shit a stack yeah young gunna always packing.
Always bout the cash yeah you know I make it happen.
Down set hut on her ass I’m quarterbacking.
feeling myself yeah i’m rocking the tee
i got birds in the nest 
ima put them to sleep
i got boys on my block and they think it’s sweet
they keep on playing these games
ima give ‘em a treat
flooded my mouth i got gold in my teeth
doing you wrong if you playing with me.
You are dismissed girl go take a seat.
Word to my dead she belong to the streets.
Feel like Jay Wild in this bitch I’m finna hop out.
All my fucking bruddas on the block we finna rock out.
Hated back then but they love me cause I’m hot now. 
Keep on fucking playing and I promise we gonna spin around.

Tired watching what I can’t say around these pussy kids 
I just wanna chill with you bitch then knock that pussy in 
Told me you a throat goat why you sucking like a rookie then 
I might leave the city til they let my lil brodie in 
These gold slugs stay up in my mouth it’s just a hood thing 
White girl pulled up to the spot she want a good train 
Shiesty mask when I meet the plug he got that good cane 
And you don’t need that makeup lil boo I love em plain jane
Shit swear fore God I can’t even give no fucks bout it
I been toxic bih since you met me now just stop pouting 
Don’t make kick ya ass up this roster then just start scouting 
My jit gave a deal for the tek and now I’m just bling blaowing
Shit way gunner running things I might just pass the torch 
All my verses like dirty bitch they leave a youngin scorched 
Big drippy bitch ghonorrea in these hoochie shorts 
Used to trap all day then shoot dice up on my mama porch 
And I’m the real one 
No condoms round here girl I’m tryna feel some 
Way I’m landing all these rocks feel like a pilgrim
If gunner hit my line we finna spill some
If gunner hit my line we gonna kill shit 
Feel like old Wayne when he took away them ceilings 
Hate to boast but I put bitches in they feelings 
One call all my dogs will get to drilling

Trilla Bandit

Trilla Swain

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