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Yeah

Trill over everything, huh?

That’s easy with me

I was brought up on these PA streets

Raised off Efectos and three for ten 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 warnin'

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, woodgrain 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 Levis and my Jordan 5s, 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 the 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 could never change

Bitch, I came up underground to the top

With diamonds against the woodgrain

Word to the candy frame

(I'm the king of the trill)

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

(I'm the king of the trill)

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

(I'm the king of the trill)

Yeah, it’s big Bun, I’m forever trill, O.G. gettin' better still

Comin' 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 approachin' me

I’m self-made, self-paid, can’t no nigga say he was coachin' 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, pick either pole, 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 rosed

Now you exposed and it’s plain as day, that’s the price of them games you play

All them lies is about to rise, it’s some shit you just can’t explain away

Rep-Representin' that south, nigga, gold teeth in my mouth, nigga

Pray to God, but I’ll pull your card, so don’t 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 could never change

Bitch, I came up underground to the top

With diamonds against the woodgrain

Word to the candy frame

(I'm the king of the trill)

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

(I'm the king of the trill)

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

(I'm the king of the trill)

Yeah

Check, one, two, what it do?

They say run this shit, let’s go

This H-Town where the Prince king, pop my trunk and let the lip sing

Talkin' about let the clip sing, get the metal to your mouth like a lip ring

Got even ‘cause I beat the odds, no hands, just dick when I beat your broad

Lookin' for a super head on Columbus shore, from the glass to the floor when I

stomp the yard

Fifty blue Ben Franks just to paint the toy, sittin' on Vogues like a toilet

seat

H-Town nigga, with a Georgia peach, pockets on fat, but I hardly eat

Ain’t ‘bout money, then I hardly speak, still sell chicken, but avoid the beef

Bang, bang, bang, wit' a Ruger piece, bring it to your door like Uber Eats

King not 'Bron, nigga, I am the man

AT&T, nigga, I’m in demand

CIC, nigga, I’m in command

Barrack, no drummer, gold Rollie on my hand

Paid the same price with the brick go

She a green light, yeah, your bitch go

On your hoe molars where the dick go

Keep it one hundred, you a misroll

I’m 6 feet, standin' on my sack, I’m 6−4

Sweet James Jones, I’m Pimp C

Church on Sunday, on ya bitch row

Sippin' on oil, no Crisco

Smokin' on gas, out in Frisco

Burner on deck when I move nigga

Quick as diarrhea, let the shit go

(Brrah!)

Either you about it or you not

It’s trill over everything

Some shit you could never change

Bitch, I came up underground to the top

With diamonds against the woodgrain

Word to the candy frame

(I'm the king of the trill)

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

(I'm the king of the trill)

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

(I'm the king of the trill)