Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Illest, The Realest & The Trillest, artist - Machine Gun Kelly. Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Illest, The Realest & The Trillest |
| Pesos, pesos, all I know is chase those |
| Everyday I wake up, all I drink is Jamo |
| My bitch is insane, all she want is anal |
| She cut blow with Drain-O, bust it on the table |
| Everybody say they loyal, tell me where the fuck is they though? |
| We ain’t never see you bitches, Carmen San Diego |
| I ain’t ever sold my soul, I ain’t ever had no halo |
| Smoke J’s big as egg rolls, hit that Jose Canseco |
| Mix that OJ and Cuervo, so high that I see angels |
| Came all the way from the kitchen, frying them potatoes |
| And y’all can talk all you want to |
| 'Cause it will never be in my face though |
| And ya’ll mothafuckas keep lookin, but can’t nobody fill my space ho |
| I’m the realest mothafucka, I’m on some UGK |
| Trillest mothafucka, you feel me mane? |
| Asshole, kinda moody, ho |
| Mexico with the plug named Julio |
| I been champing this work at the studio |
| What the fuck you think I got this for? |
| Nobody here tryna scoop me though |
| When I pull up, I’ll be looking like a movie, ho |
| Old school like Coolio |
| Bitch, I got a shooter in the back |
| Nigga, ho |
| They must not know I am the one that greenlight the hood |
| Have 'em get you |
| They’ll never pull up at |
| Just hop out and go put a price on your life, I got money to blow |
| I’m 'bout that, homie, I bet you can’t doubt that, homie |
| Money, can’t count that, homie, I’ll go |
| Yeah, I’m jumpin' out that, homie |
| Yeah, I got your bitch on the side, she say she got ass |
| You only wanna bounce back, homie |
| Tell her that wanna put us on the block |
| For somebody, go and tell her now, homie |
| don’t understand now |
| These chains got me cooler like a fan now |
| Ain’t trying to compete, that shit gay |
| Like everybody wanna be the man now |
| I’m the realest mothafucka, they call it murder |
| I kill this mothafucka, you feel me, mane? |
| Original nigga I’ve never been cloned |
| Never been sober, I’m high like a drone |
| Smoking a cone, used to distribute cocaine in your zone |
| But shit I moved on, to bigger and better |
| I’m smarter and wiser, so this shouldn’t be a surprise |
| See me pull up in the foreigner size of shotgun shug where I used to reside bra |
| You gots to be in the gym, physically fit if you comin for him |
| You already know that I’m coming with them, trigger it in cause you sink or you |
| swim |
| So don’t get down cause you might get drowned cause I don’t fuck around my |
| brother |
| So don’t make a sound just shut up before I hit you with the quarter pound |
| muh’fucker |
| Anybody wanna catch a square anytime, any place I’ll be right there |
| Standing in the middle of the motherfucking street |
| Ready with them hands and I’m ready with the heat |
| Took all my feet that I been that I look |
| You can play if you want but you will get took |
| Bumping them gloves, oh look you a piece with a hook |
| Real quick life is bitch you shooked look |
| I wrote the book on this real shit |
| 25 years and I still spit |
| Murder the mic and I kill shit |
| And that’s something you folks have to deal with |
| Bring me your boss and I put him to work |
| Eat him for lunch and then that’s fo' dessert |
| Fuck with me and your feelings get hurt |
| Then I put you to sleep, take a nap in the dirt |
| Cause I don’t feel this motherfucker |
| I was born the best and yes I’m still this motherfucker |