Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trill Niggas, artist - Trillville. Album song Trillville Reloaded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Trillvillans
Song language: English
Trill Niggas |
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 |