MGK, Trae Tha Truth, Bun B - The IllEST, the realEST & the trillEST lyrics
MGK [Machine Gun Kelly] Colson Baker [Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[MGK, Trae Tha Truth, Bun B - The IllEST, the realEST & the trillEST lyrics]
Pesos, pesos, all I know is chase those
Everyday I wake up, all I drink is Jamo
My bitch is insane, all she want is anal
She cut blow with Drain-O
Bust it on the table
Everybody say they loyal
Tell me where the fuck is they though?
We ain't never see you bitches
Carmen San Diego i ain't ever sold my soul
I ain't ever had no halo
Smoke J's big as egg rolls
Hit that José Canseco
Mix that OJ and Cuervo
So high that I see angels
Came all the way from the kitchen
Frying them potatoes
And y'all can talk all you want to
'Cause it will never be in my face, though
And y'all mothafuckas keep lookin'
But can't nobody fill my space, ho
I'm the realest mothafucka, I'm on some UGK
Trillest mothafucka, you feel me mane?
Asshole, kinda moody, ho
Mexico with the plug named Julio
I been champing this work at the studio
What the fuck you think I got this pulli for?
Nobody here tryna scoop me though
When I pull up, I'll be
Looking like a movie, ho
Old school like Coolio, bitch
I got a shooter in the back nigga, fully ho
They must not know I am the
One that greenlight the hood
Have 'em get you
They'll never pull up and talk
Just hop out and go put a price on your life
I got money to blow
I'm 'bout that, homie, I bet
You can't doubt that, homie
Money, can't count that, homie
I'll go reef
Yeah, I'm jumpin' out that, homie
Yeah, I got your bitch on the side
She say she got ass
You only wanna bounce back, homie
Tell her that now prolly wanna
Put us on the block
For somebody, go and tell her now, homie
I declared some known, never stayin' their
These chains got me coolin' like a fan now
Ain't no brotha tryna compete, that shit gay
It's like everybody wanna be the man now
I'm the realest mothafucka
They call it murder
I kill this mothafucka, you feel me, mane?
Original nigga I've never been cloned
Never been sober, I'm high like a drone
Smoking a cone
Used to distribute cocaine in your zone
But, shit, I moved on, to bigger and better
I'm smarter and wiser
So this shouldn't be a surprise
See me pull up in the foreigner size of
Shotgun shug where I used to reside, bruh
You gots to be in the gym
Physically fit if you comin for him
You already know that I'm coming with them
Trigger it in cause you sink or you swim
So don't get down 'cause
You might get drowned
'cause I don't fuck around my brother
So don't make a sound just shut up before
I hit you with the quarter pound muh'fucker
Anybody wanna catch a square anytime
Any place I'll be right there
Standing in the middle of
The motherfucking street
Ready with them hands and I'm
Ready with the heat
Took all my feet that I been that I look
You can play if you want
But you will get took
Bumping them gloves, oh
Look you a piece with a hook
Real quick life is bitch you shooked, look
I wrote the book on this real shit
Twenty five years and I still spit
Murder the mic and I kill shit
And that's something you folks
Have to deal with
Bring me your boss and I put him to work
Eat him for lunch and
Then that's fo' dessert
Fuck with me and your feelings get hurt
Then I put you to sleep
Take a nap in the dirt
'Cause I don't feel this motherfucker
I was born the best and yes
I'm still this motherfucker
You feel me, mane?
Everyday I wake up, all I drink is Jamo
My bitch is insane, all she want is anal
She cut blow with Drain-O
Bust it on the table
Everybody say they loyal
Tell me where the fuck is they though?
We ain't never see you bitches
Carmen San Diego i ain't ever sold my soul
I ain't ever had no halo
Smoke J's big as egg rolls
Hit that José Canseco
Mix that OJ and Cuervo
So high that I see angels
Came all the way from the kitchen
Frying them potatoes
And y'all can talk all you want to
'Cause it will never be in my face, though
And y'all mothafuckas keep lookin'
But can't nobody fill my space, ho
I'm the realest mothafucka, I'm on some UGK
Trillest mothafucka, you feel me mane?
Asshole, kinda moody, ho
Mexico with the plug named Julio
I been champing this work at the studio
What the fuck you think I got this pulli for?
Nobody here tryna scoop me though
When I pull up, I'll be
Looking like a movie, ho
Old school like Coolio, bitch
I got a shooter in the back nigga, fully ho
They must not know I am the
One that greenlight the hood
Have 'em get you
They'll never pull up and talk
Just hop out and go put a price on your life
I got money to blow
I'm 'bout that, homie, I bet
You can't doubt that, homie
Money, can't count that, homie
I'll go reef
Yeah, I'm jumpin' out that, homie
Yeah, I got your bitch on the side
She say she got ass
You only wanna bounce back, homie
Tell her that now prolly wanna
Put us on the block
For somebody, go and tell her now, homie
I declared some known, never stayin' their
These chains got me coolin' like a fan now
Ain't no brotha tryna compete, that shit gay
It's like everybody wanna be the man now
I'm the realest mothafucka
They call it murder
I kill this mothafucka, you feel me, mane?
Original nigga I've never been cloned
Never been sober, I'm high like a drone
Smoking a cone
Used to distribute cocaine in your zone
But, shit, I moved on, to bigger and better
I'm smarter and wiser
So this shouldn't be a surprise
See me pull up in the foreigner size of
Shotgun shug where I used to reside, bruh
You gots to be in the gym
Physically fit if you comin for him
You already know that I'm coming with them
Trigger it in cause you sink or you swim
So don't get down 'cause
You might get drowned
'cause I don't fuck around my brother
So don't make a sound just shut up before
I hit you with the quarter pound muh'fucker
Anybody wanna catch a square anytime
Any place I'll be right there
Standing in the middle of
The motherfucking street
Ready with them hands and I'm
Ready with the heat
Took all my feet that I been that I look
You can play if you want
But you will get took
Bumping them gloves, oh
Look you a piece with a hook
Real quick life is bitch you shooked, look
I wrote the book on this real shit
Twenty five years and I still spit
Murder the mic and I kill shit
And that's something you folks
Have to deal with
Bring me your boss and I put him to work
Eat him for lunch and
Then that's fo' dessert
Fuck with me and your feelings get hurt
Then I put you to sleep
Take a nap in the dirt
'Cause I don't feel this motherfucker
I was born the best and yes
I'm still this motherfucker
You feel me, mane?