6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj – TROLLZ (Lyrics)

Listen to the song and read the lyrics of “TROLLZ” interpreted by 6ix9ine feat. Nicki Minaj.

General Data:

Artist: 6ix9ine
Featuring: Nicki Minaj
Song: Trollz
Genres: rap, trap
Released Date: May 8, 2020

Lyrics:

Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The ’Cat one hundred, you need that? I got it

Need it, got it, cash, pockets
Bands on me, sticks on me
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The ‘Cat one hundred, you need that?

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know you don’t like me, you wanna fight me
You don’t want no problems at your party, don’t invite me
I don’t worry ’bout you n**gas, please stop talking ’bout me
Always talking ’bout me ’cause you looking for the clouty

6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Baby got that Aquafina, it’s cocaina
I’m smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a

Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends f**k
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends f**k
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don’t give a f**k

Vroom, vroom, G5
Vroom, vroom, we high
You the type of n**ga that I never wanna be like
You the type of b**ch that would never get a reply
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
Even your man know Nicki’s do it better

I know you don’t like me, you wanna fight me
Always on my page, never double-tap like me
Baddies to my left and my right
Never chase a corny n**ga, put that on my life
Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste
We sippin’ on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face

Yeah, eat it Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a slave to this p*ssy, call me master
Real wet, I said “Slurp it like it’s pasta”
They get nervous when it’s Nicki on the roster (Rrr)

Somebody usher this n**ga into a clinic
My flow’s still sick, I ain’t talkin’ a pandemic
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these b**ches gimmicks
They study Nicki style, now all of them want mimic

Talkin’ ’bout snitches when it’s snitches in your camp
Never stand alone, you always itchin’ for a stamp
Me, I’m still money, wristes light up like a lamp
They gon’ have to send they best fighter for the champ

Racks, I got ’em, Mary, I’m poppin’
They keep hatin’, but still watchin’
Check the boards, I’m still toppin’
Bust down or Plain Jane, I got options

It’s a bunch of mini me’s, I’m the one they mockin’
Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin’ shoppin’
When I come out, all the sneak b**ches start plottin’
When I come out, it’s a sweep, b**ches start moppin’

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cocked, mmh, got it, mmh
If he like it, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
He singin’ my old song, yellin’ “Ass, ass, ass”
They be speedin’, tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

That real ass ain’t keep your n**ga home