Trill Niggas - Trillville

Trill niggas don’t play nigga, nan' day

Think I’mma let you slide?

No way

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck

We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back

Well, it’s your nigga Dirty Mouth, Trillville representer (yee'n know)

And I don’t give a fuck where you from or where you live

You betta get your mind right before I take you left

Knock your ass deaf and put your brains upon the Chevy

You can get your boys, 'cause they can get it too

I’mma fuck your ass up if you fucking with my crew (Foreal!)

BME Click, you know what would be the shit?

Stomping through your area with a loaded clip

Making body split, at karate style

And I’mma tell you once again that I’m a wild child

A wild child from the slums of the ATL

You better bail while you got a chance hoe

Cause if I catch you I’mma beat you till your nose blow

That’s what you get for fucking with a G man

'Cause I’mma always be on top with a Glock in hand

Trill niggas don’t play nigga, nan' day

Think I’mma let you slide?

No way

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck

We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back

I’mma tell you one time, and one time only

If you ain’t a trill nigga, you ain’t my homie

So don’t let this shit fool you

Try to rap and niggas «boo» you

Think I’mma let this shit slide, no I rather do you

for the 45

Open up your mouth bitch, ain’t such a tough guy

All I need is 5 mics, rep from the streets and I’m good

Just in case the magazines hate, and I’m still hood

I been a vet, this ain’t something that happens over-night

Rooky ass nigga, I’mma call this

Copy read, cuz If you don’t, nigga I’mma bust back

Try to explain, too late, man fuck that

You gon' need your hard hat, don’t forgett your comback

Get shot when you leavin' the home, you can’t come back

And noway you when I let you pass

And try’na run

Trill niggas don’t play nigga, nan' day

Think I’mma let you slide?

No way

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck

We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back

Don P in this bitch, TrillTime is the clique

Trillville is the crew, nigga fuck you

Lay your ass down like a bad case of the flu

And I don’t need no niggas around me, that ain’t true

And I ain’t talkin' bout the of master P

I’m talkin' bout we’ll see murders on the CD’s

Talkin' shit, don’t make me make you related to Bruice Lee

Whoop yo ass ever year, change your name annually

I’m makin' money, I do what I wanna do I’m happy

And you can’t tell me what to say so fuck it

I’m snappin'!

And I take that, just let me have it

'Cause all they gon' say «Is that lil nigga Snappy?»

And I don’t care who your friends are

I beat this nigga blind folded with my hands tied

Come closer, so you can see my eyes

If it wasn’t for Lil Jon, you wouldn’t even be alive

Trill niggas don’t play nigga, nan' day

Think I’mma let you slide?

No way

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck

We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back