Channel 214 Lyrics

Trilliam Shakespeare, bitch

I just flew in this lil bitch, yeah she from Pakistan

7 car garage, you would've thought this shit a traffic jam

Turning up the volume, while I'm letting all these Carats dance

Thumbing through these cards like a magician, I got magic hands

If I show my stash, I bet hell never ever brag again

Lil brodie pulling up like Adam Sandler, he got baggy pants

I just called a flight from North to West, so shit ain't going south

I seen you with that old ass pint, you need to pour it out

I got a concussion on my pockets the way they poking out

Its crazy how I'm laughing, used to be the ones they joke about

She still at my crib, but me and her, yeah we just went to town

All of these gym rats, when I'm on bench, I'm who they pressed about

I should work on Channel 214, I'm changing weather now

I ain't Rick Astley, lil bitch, I'll still let you down

Talkin' 'bout crazy as fuck, just look at me, settle down

She said I look like Post Malone, without you, bitch, I'm better now

Off a Pint of sixteen, I'm higher then a flight attendant

She ain't saying come over, then I dont like that message

You don't have a life, so don't worry about yo' life depending

Pop dark as fuck, bitch saw that shit and thought it might be Pepsi

Leave her ass on Red, SkeeYee, I ain't talking Sexy

Hit her with my Lil Pump, this bitch thought that I bought a jetski

In here smacked off a damn pen, but I ain't talkin' epi

Had to leave this lik bitch, been asking since the day she met me