Trio
G.Auric Lyrics


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(Steven, what are you doing in there?)
(Mhm, Meek, you gotta chill out) phew

Ran off on the vato, he put cheese on my taco
Might try to wet me up
So I don't leave home without the poncho
(Go, go)
Asian plug hit my phone like, "I got those"
Dropped him off, but shit
He never came and got those

Ayy, 762, 57, we got all that (Huh?)
Nigga better duck when he see
Me in that all-black (Glaow, glaow)
Criss Angel stick, whip it out
He gon' go poof (Ayy, yeah)
I ain't never met Lil Yachty
I be shootin' out the roof

He be shootin' out the roof
Turned yo' truck into a coupе
Ask me why I'm actin' lazy
Filled my soda with a deucе (Ah)
Pussy say he want smoke, I'm on all that
Feelin' just like Beanie
I'ma beat you with a ball bat

Beat it in the pot like Michael
This that thriller dope
If I keep flippin' and flippin'
I'll get a chinchilla coat
I can get you rich, if you snitch
Catch a headstone
Why they call you Money Gang
Cue? 'Cause my bread long
Different color pills, huh
Ain't talkin' Flintstones
Say that you a killer
But ain't spinnin' 'bout yo' dead dawgs
Play with one of my niggas
Bet this Drakie knock yo' edge off
I'ma pop another Perc'
(For what?) , uh, to take the edge off

I don't gotta wear no Crocs
My face gator as a bitch (Ayy, ayy)
Think I'm totin' a Nintendo how
That Glock got a switch (Glaow, glaow)
Ayy, ayy, and I'm 'bout my
Money like I'm Mitch, ayy
That fire made this biggest nigga
Scream like a bitch (Glaow, glaow, ayy)
Fuck a cop, nigga
(Huh?) , fuck a opp, nigga (Ayy, ayy)
Know I'm tryna slide as soon
As I get the drop, nigga
(Ayy) big sticks with me, ayy
(yeah) , these ain't props, nigga (Nah)
Bro be off that gas
All he tryna do is pop niggas (Glah)

White boy Scooby-Doo van, they got binoculars
Sellin' all the candy in the city
Willy Wonker your baby daddy an actor
Go and get that boy an Oscar
Dopeboy, big birds
Got 'em grouchy like Oscar
I done sowed this bitch up
Like a tailor made suit
Benz coupe lost the roof, you can call me Q
I got the juice, small forward in the paint
But I'll shoot paul Pierce, I'm the truth
Me and yo' bitch is in cahoots
Huh, pussy so wet, I just dived in
And drowned pussy, we are not the same
I be smokin' out the pound
You won't catch me fuckin' off
I be trickin' out of town
I'ma knock the pussy out
We can go a couple rounds
If I come and visit, baby
Don't wear nothin' but a T-shirt
Your baby daddy ain't a player
He be chillin' in the bleachers
All this talkin' on the beat got
Me feelin' like a preacher
If that bitch don't lick the dick
Best believe that I'ma leave her

Best believe that I'ma leave her, uh
If that bitch don't lick this dick
I'm gon' leave her ass right out the room
Right out the room, ah, ain't




No forty dollars, bitch, call the Uber
Huh? Bye

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to G.Auric's song "Trio" depict a confident and brash individual who is unafraid to assert his dominance. The opening lines mention running away from someone, indicating that he is no stranger to confrontations or potentially dangerous situations. He emphasizes the need to protect himself by carrying a poncho, implying that he is prepared for any possible conflicts.


The lyrics also touch on his involvement with the drug trade, with references to selling drugs ("Asian plug hit my phone like, 'I got those'") and the use of guns ("Nigga better duck when he see me in that all-black"). He boasts about his ability to disappear and magically evade any consequences ("Criss Angel stick, whip it out, he gon' go poof").


The second verse continues with explicit references to violence and criminal activity. He mentions beating someone with a baseball bat and cooking drugs like Michael Jackson's dance move, highlighting his dangerous and ruthless nature. He further boasts about his wealth and ability to get others rich, albeit through questionable means.


The lyrics also touch on his disregard for authority figures ("Fuck a cop, nigga") and his desire to seek revenge on those who harm his friends or associates. He prides himself on the power he possesses, comparing it to video game weaponry ("Think I'm totin' a Nintendo how, That Glock got a switch").


Line by Line Meaning

(Steven, what are you doing in there?)
Someone is asking Steven what he is doing inside a room.


(Mhm, Meek, you gotta chill out) phew
Meek is being told to calm down.


Ran off on the vato, he put cheese on my taco
I escaped from a guy who messed with me by adding cheese to my taco.


Might try to wet me up
He might attempt to harm me.


So I don't leave home without the poncho
I always carry a poncho to protect myself.


(Go, go)
Encouragement to keep moving forward.


Asian plug hit my phone like, "I got those"
An Asian supplier contacted me, saying they have what I need.


Dropped him off, but shit
I delivered the goods, but unfortunately...


He never came and got those
He never came to pick them up.


Ayy, 762, 57, we got all that (Huh?)
We have a variety of firearms.


Nigga better duck when he see Me in that all-black (Glaow, glaow)
If someone sees me dressed in all-black, they should be scared and take cover.


Criss Angel stick, whip it out, He gon' go poof (Ayy, yeah)
When I use a magic trick like Criss Angel, he will disappear.


I ain't never met Lil Yachty, I be shootin' out the roof
I've never met Lil Yachty, but I shoot my gun from the roof.


Turned yo' truck into a coupe
I transformed your truck into a coupe.


Ask me why I'm actin' lazy
If you wonder why I'm being lazy...


Filled my soda with a deuce (Ah)
I mixed my soda with a codeine syrup.


Pussy say he want smoke, I'm on all that
If someone wants a fight, I'm ready for it.


Feelin' just like Beanie
I feel like Beanie Sigel, a rapper.


I'ma beat you with a ball bat
I will physically harm you with a baseball bat.


Beat it in the pot like Michael, This that thriller dope
I mix the drugs like Michael Jackson's song 'Thriller' in a cooking pot.


If I keep flippin' and flippin', I'll get a chinchilla coat
If I continue selling drugs successfully, I can afford a chinchilla coat.


I can get you rich, if you snitch, Catch a headstone
I can make you wealthy if you become an informant, but you may also end up dead.


Why they call you Money Gang Cue? 'Cause my bread long
They call me Money Gang Cue because I have a lot of money.


Different color pills, huh, Ain't talkin' Flintstones
I have various types of drugs, not the ones from the 'Flintstones' cartoon.


Say that you a killer, But ain't spinnin' 'bout yo' dead dawgs
You claim to be a murderer, but you're not retaliating for your dead friends.


Play with one of my niggas, Bet this Drakie knock yo' edge off
If you mess with one of my friends, I will harm you with a firearm.


I'ma pop another Perc', (For what?), uh, to take the edge off
I will take another Percocet pill to relax and relieve stress.


I don't gotta wear no Crocs, My face gator as a bitch (Ayy, ayy)
I don't need to wear Crocs shoes, my facial expression is as fierce as an alligator.


Think I'm totin' a Nintendo how, That Glock got a switch (Glaow, glaow)
You might think I'm carrying a Nintendo console, but my Glock firearm has a selector switch.


And I'm 'bout my Money like I'm Mitch, ayy
Just like Mitch from the movie 'Paid in Full,' I'm focused on making money.


That fire made this biggest nigga Scream like a bitch (Glaow, glaow, ayy)
The gunshot scared the toughest man and made him scream in fear.


Fuck a cop, nigga, (Huh?), fuck a opp, nigga (Ayy, ayy)
I have no respect for the police or my enemies.


Know I'm tryna slide as soon As I get the drop, nigga
I'm planning to attack as soon as I have the advantage.


(Ayy) big sticks with me, ayy (yeah), these ain't props, nigga (Nah)
I carry large firearms, these are not fake or decorative.


Bro be off that gas, All he tryna do is pop niggas (Glah)
My friend is intoxicated and all he wants to do is kill people.


White boy Scooby-Doo van, they got binoculars
I drive a white van like Scooby-Doo, and people are watching me with binoculars.


Sellin' all the candy in the city, Willy Wonker your baby daddy an actor
I am a major drug dealer, making a lot of money, while your baby's father is just pretending to be someone important.


Go and get that boy an Oscar
He deserves an Oscar for his acting skills.


Dopeboy, big birds, Got 'em grouchy like Oscar
I am a drug dealer with a large quantity of drugs, making people angry and frustrated like Oscar the Grouch from 'Sesame Street.'


I done sowed this bitch up, Like a tailor made suit
I have complete control and dominance in this situation, just like a customized suit.


Benz coupe lost the roof, you can call me Q
The roof of my Mercedes coupe is missing, so you can refer to me as 'Q.'


I got the juice, small forward in the paint, But I'll shoot paul Pierce, I'm the truth
I have influence and power, just like a basketball small forward in the paint. But don't get me wrong, I will shoot like Paul Pierce, proving that I am the real deal.


Me and yo' bitch is in cahoots
Your girlfriend and I are working together secretly.


Huh, pussy so wet, I just dived in, And drowned pussy, we are not the same
Your partner is sexually aroused, and I engaged in intense sexual activity with her. We are not on the same level.


I be smokin' out the pound, You won't catch me fuckin' off
I smoke a large amount of marijuana, and you won't see me wasting my time.


I be trickin' out of town, I'ma knock the pussy out
I engage in sexual encounters with prostitutes when I'm away from home, and I can physically harm someone.


We can go a couple rounds, If I come and visit, baby
We can engage in a fight, but only if I come to visit, sweetheart.


Don't wear nothin' but a T-shirt, Your baby daddy ain't a player
When I come over, please only wear a T-shirt. Your child's father is not a skilled player in comparison.


He be chillin' in the bleachers
He prefers to be on the sidelines, not actively involved.


All this talkin' on the beat got Me feelin' like a preacher
All this boasting and talking in my rap lyrics makes me feel like a preacher delivering messages.


If that bitch don't lick the dick, Best believe that I'ma leave her
If a woman refuses to perform oral sex, she can expect me to abandon her.


Best believe that I'ma leave her, uh
Rest assured that I will definitely leave her.


If that bitch don't lick this dick, I'm gon' leave her ass right out the room
If she doesn't perform oral sex, she will be promptly kicked out of the room.


Right out the room, ah, ain't No forty dollars, bitch, call the Uber
I won't give you just forty dollars, so call an Uber if you want to leave.


Huh? Bye
I'm saying goodbye.




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