Trilla Than A Bitch

[Verse 1: Webbie] Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowing purple, not a star just a regular old hood nigga VIP full of hoes, full of rolls, we got guns in this motherfucker now, bitch that's how we coming A half a diesel, pack of cools, whole pound of kush presidential shit now that's what we call blowing money Murder weapons: .357s, Glock 9s, I ain't lying bitch that chopper hold a whole motherfucking hundred Think before you move cause you don't wanna move wrong Send your hit man, nigga go put that tool on em (BOP, BOP, BOP) Knock all his shoes off I'm the Savage, wassam, come on tell me who want it Cause we can crank it up Cause I don't give a fuck Where your people at? You better bring all of them dick in the booty ass, coochi ass, fake ass ballers You ain't never popped nothin', stop stunting bitch Nigga you ain't seen nothin', until you seen me Climbing out a tree, with a .223, what I'm scarred up, ready for war, fuck I'm right here pussy nigga wassup? Get at me [Hook: Webbie] Now I done did some fucked up shit I ain't go even lie But I'm trilla than a bitch and you can't even lie I beat that pussy like no other, bitch don't even lie I'mma bad motherfucker and you can't even lie Now I done did some fucked up shit I ain't go even lie But I'm trilla than a bitch and you can't even lie I beat that pussy like no other, bitch don't even lie I'mma bad motherfucker and you can't even lie [Verse 2: Lil Phat] Now I done did some fucked up shit, sold niggas rabbit food Remember, remember I shot the wrong dude Such and such had sent me on a lick, I took the wrong tool Six shots I barely made it out a shootout Fuck school Standing on the corner what we knew bout Some nigga tried to play you then you better pull that tool out And I done did some fucked up shit, sold niggas Cairo they look at and taste it but them niggas still a pay though I say I'm tired of being slept on, don't know about me They gone fuck around and make me bring that four up out me And I ain't stopping till I see the fucking graveyard nigga Rest in peace to your shooter don't lose your graveyard witcha They say I'm thuggin' yeah, clutching yeah, all my niggas druggin' yeah Play me then I'm busting yeah, end of that discussion yeah Be like youngin', fuck lil' youngin', he a dirty ass bastard Some say I'm pussy, some say I jacked they favorite rapper [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Webbie] I got my strap under my pillow, cause I feel like they coming When they show up, it's gone blow up, I'mma rip big holes in they stomach I been running the streets for years, so you know I ain't running Send some drama to your street, I'm Obama in these streets Put that llama on you geeks, you remind me of sweets Go ask my teachers, I'm a bully, you just another police She a suck it, I love it, she lick it all of me Grind up off and chill nigga bring ya back outche God. Dayum. Even though you tired these busters and satisfied till they asses get sanitized Then they bring it on they self Then they ass wanna cry When the barrels of that pistol, look em right in they eyes Get my California buzz on, chillin' with my cousin Coward ass niggas gone make me put my gloves on Ion give a fuck, I never did, I never will And that's how I fucking feel Young Savage, forever Trill [Hook x2]