Trill Mode

Yeah, yeah, nah nah, ayy
Why you want my fame? It's in the change
Ridin' in my coupe,  why you want my fame?
I know it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my
Ayy, fever hey, fever
(Turn the auto tune up)
Diamonds on my lean though, sanity
Diamonds on my fever why you in my seat?
Diamonds on my fever, yeah, sanity

Can we beat the odds, even when we pray
But shit still be goin' wrong
I've been movin' late
In my place I can't keep calm
Everythin' we say, promises I can't keep on
They know where we from
From tats on my face and arm
713 code, now they all go trill mode
Ice my teeth, my ears
Now my tongue feel froze
If we see a lick, we gon' hit it, yeah, I go
I don't need your bitch, I got fifty-four mo'
Keep it in her lip
She gon' lick the snow globe
My hand on my hip, grippin' on the bankroll
Took her on a trip
Snatched her off the damn pole