Trill Over Everything

Yeah Trill over everything, huh? [?] with me I was brought up on these PA streets Raised off Efectos and Three Patin Suites Rest in peace Lil Don and Dee Ray They was the hardest to me See this trill way of life is part of me like a artery And when it comes to, it ain't no bargain So to the ones misinformin', here's your fair warning We trill over everything Nah, for real My Cadillac and my chrome rims Stitch and tuck and my paint job Vogue tires, my neon lights Trunk on bang and my shit hard Top drop and my trunk pop Wood grain and it's all new Spruced up and I'm juiced up And my deuce chunked when I fall through Piece 'n chain and my gold ring Rolex and that bezel lit I'm G'ed up from the feet up When we meet up, you can tell the shit You love me, I'm benevolent Cross me, it's malevolence Your bitch bad, but mine better bitch Put a pussy up, we could settle it I ride slow and I sit low Hat cocked and my gun too Wit my Levi's and my Jordan 5's White Tee that's how Bun do Only roll with one crew One side, one town That's PA, and that's all day Sun up 'til it's sun down Pimp City, Bun Town Live for it and die too Don't disrespect when I slide through Or them trill niggas'll slide you I'm from the south, I'm a southern nigga Corn bread in the oven nigga Big woman give me lovin' cousin You can hate it or love it nigga Either you about it or you not It's trill over everything Some shit you can never change Bitch I came up underground to the top With diamonds against the wood grain Word to the candy frame It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is Yeah it's big Bun, I'm forever trill O.G. getting better still Coming down, candy red Deville Can't break me off nigga, bet a mil' Don't try me hoe, you already know If you ever think about approaching me I'm self-made, self-paid Now nigga say he was coaching me And I don't know what they told you But fuck with me and I'll fold you I'm not the one, neither hands or gun Step to Bun, that's a bold move I'm cold nigga, [?] nigga I'm the equivalent, I'll hurt your soul nigga Them lies that you told nigga I'm really livin' the ignorance Straight up out of them backwoods Deep south, dirt roads Trill niggas that'll hurt hoes Play pussy, get your skirt rolled Now you exposed and it's plain as day That's the price of them games you played All them lies is about to arise Is some shit you just can't explain, no way Rep-Representing that south nigga Gold teeth in my mouth nigga Pray to God, but I'll pull your guard slow Make me run up in yo house nigga I'm a man, you a mouse nigga Make it rain 'til you doused nigga Clean as fuck, you a louse nigga I'm carnivore, watch me pounce nigga Either you about it or you not It's trill over everything Some shit you can never change Bitch I came up underground to the top With diamonds against the wood grain Word to the candy frame It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is This H-Town where the Prince king Pop my trunk and let the lip sing Talkin' about ejaculate a clipse scene Get the metal to your mouth like a lip ring Got even 'cause I beat the odds No hand you dig from the beach abroad Lookin' for super head, I'm Columbus shore From the glass to the floor when I stomp the yard Minty blue, Ben Frank just to paint the door Sittin' on vogue like a toilet seat H-Town nigga, where the Georgia beach? Pockets on fed, but I hardly eat Ain't 'bout money, then I hardly speak Still sell chicken, but avoid the beef Bang, bang, bang, where the Ruger piece? Bringin' to your door like Uber Eats King not born, I am the man AT&T nigga, I'm in demand CIC nigga, I'm in command Barrack, no drummer, go rollie on my hand Pick the same braids with her brick gold She a green light, yeah your bitch gold Won your hole moments where the dick go Keep it one hundred, you a miss-roll I'm 6 feet, starin' at my sack I'm 6-4, sweet Jane Jones I'm Pimp C, church on Sunday Only a bitch roll, sippin' on oil No Crisco, smokin' on gas I'd Frisco, burner on debt But I move nigga, quick as diarrhea Let the shit go Either you about it or you not It's trill over everything Some shit you can never change Bitch I came up underground to the top With diamonds against the wood grain Word to the candy frame It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is It's all trill, fuck how they feel That's how it is Trill, trill, trill