Fake Trill

[Produced by Chris Calor] [Verse 1: Michael da Vinci] The no stoner, has a boner, I need head and some sex Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite Homer, dream 'bout booze and some tits Speak 'bout bitches less than often cause they lie for the dick Thus an evil of a creature, who plays games on gent I sit lonely in my Honda, behind darkest of tint Smoke a woodtip for my problems and give Brandy a sip Get confided in the voice, spill my feelings and shit Breaking codes and regulations, not a pimp nor a simp Give me things that make me happy, cause the bottom I hit Fuck a bowl, give me love, fuck your words, give me drugs Promethazine, a nice to meet you, you made bitch niggas all seem to Misuse the words of trill, hold the gun so they real 'til their face in the reel, watch a real nigga squeal When the piglets peal, the tabs off of your grill Yeah you chirping, pleading deals with your faggot ass [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] Been sipping on this, stop telling me, start to get sober Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly, I would do anything just to get over So I drank sometimes, then I paint these rhymes, pardon me, I'm antsy Why? My heart quite nervous, '95 I'm swerving, then I hit them curbs No then boys ain't working, fuck a black Suburban, commissary purchase My daddy calls, I barely answer, fuck parental curses I spit too many verses, I know you fucking heard 'em So why you leave them voicemails that you know gone hurt me Tired of rapping that real shit, if nobody gone feel this I could be gripping that steel shit, you too busy to deal with It's like, they told me all the time "You got the gift of the gab" Finally niggas is listening, yeah, then I just start with this missing my dad [Outro: Isaiah Rashad] Damn, so like when... you gone quit? You trill now, huh? You cool, huh? You real? You real, that's what's popular, huh? That's cool, you UGK for life, huh? Boy Stop