Lyrics Trill - Boo Rossini, Boston George, Yo Gotti

Trill

Boy I fear like you the last.
Remain a silent nigga to my last.
Real gang full of p**sies on our last chick,
And you can buy p**sies, you can’t buy respect.
Die for my respect bitch your head shut,
Red dutch your ass nigga shake it your pops,
You won’t smoke some money, give me high
I gotta test niggas 'cause they testify,
But now is f*cked up couldn’t find a quest,
It’s your nigga round the hozzie, throw a hundred above,
Know some niggas with some millions, stay on top lonely,
The bottom to if you bitches phone it,
Suppose to be on top that’s what the hood say,
I ain’t take the short cut.
the hood way,
Wish that they could talk, they tell they caught lies,
I saw my power ricks, across my heart hope to die.
Hook:
Ain’t no reward for a real nigga, real nigga
If everybody trill then where the bitch niggas,
If everybody silent where the snitch niggas,
Everybody got it what a rich nigga
Where my mother f*cking trill nigga?
Where my mother f*cking trill nigga?
Where my mother f*cking trill nigga?
What’s the reward for a riding?
Everybody real and everybody trill
Crap it babe niggas, need to kill bill
And promise can’t vouch for you, money can’t save you
It’s bitch and your blood niggas, I ain’t metting them.
All them G’s is.
in club, made it kush undergo,
Go DJ, cutting my DJ, play they got it I’m in time take the main stay,
You nigga so p**sy, you nigga so late, I’m bout to.
the game,
So the niggas see this and he without your chain,
And you don’t make them rules, see I don’t understand,
You niggas ain’t trill
They try to take away a nigga to reconnect,
Shit, but I still got my.
connect,
Make me work for a month I was a nervous shriek,
Ball work from this nigga that’s the nervous chick,
Everybody sell the butch they must be doctor Suice,
I know this guff ass niggas can’t be the truth,
Until the day they copy ville and she’ll be.
Put that pistol on your head my money reappear
I got some misky bout this rippin' you stole
Got my iPhone, skill give my flip on,
This chair bullet of.
get this pimp on,
Trill talk I made a million off for niggas.
Party people in the place let’s make no mistake,
This the history of faith that I put on the tape,
Is for my niggas who’s been screaming may be G shit,
so I supply then with the same he just street kid
it ain’t no future in that Porsche you’ve been running.
With me back at it, niggas realize that your shit was flam
I’m f*cking scam, do you niggas think that I’ve been seen they come?
You’re scared to busters mother*cker, give me the gun
I don’t talk, you play me real when you ain’t.
Upon the introduction I steal p**sy out the box
And ain’t no matter how much money homie you say you got,
My niggas slide down on your ass, with that pistol loud
And you can miss me with that.
talking me mud
And shit you out here rapping 'bout I just seen cause
I got old niggas, they got more niggas, school to young niggas
Where I’m from nigga, is the tree like to live would you die by,
You say the wrong words, nigga you can try by,
Niggas claim blood, but they ain’t seen watch,
They ain’t pie rule, they ain’t seen spot,
Where five goose, or it was six.
Cush they cush, they nigga.
smoke,
Real thing, get no realer, it’s.