Webbie, Lil Phat - Trilla Than A Bitch lyrics

Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin'
Purp, I'm not a star
Just a regular old hood nigga
VIP full of hoes, full of golds, we
Got guns in this motherfucker now
Bitch that's how we coming
A half of diesel, pack of
Kools, whole pound of kush
Presidential shit now that's what
We call blowin' money
Murder weapons, 357s, Glock 9s
I ain't lyin', bitch, that choppa hold a
Whole motherfuckin' hundred
Think 'fore you move 'cause you
Don't wanna move wrong send your hitman
Nigga gon' put that tool on em
(Bop, bop, bop) knock all his shoes off
I'm the Savage, what's happenin', 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, coochie-ass
Fake-ass ballers you ain't never popped
Nothin', stop stuntin', bitch
Nigga, you ain't seen nothin'
Until you seen me
Climbin' 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

Now I done did some fucked up shit
I ain't gon' 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'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie
Now I done did some fucked up shit
I ain't gon' 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'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie

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'll 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 stoppin' till I
See the fuckin' 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

Now I done did some fucked up shit
I ain't gon' 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'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie
Now I done did some fucked up shit
I ain't gon' 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'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie

I got my strap under my pillow
'cause I feel like they comin'
When they show up, it's gon' blow up
I'ma rip big holes in they stomach
I been runnin' the streets for years
So you know I ain't runnin'
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'll suck it, I love it
She lick it all of me
Grind up off and chill nigga
Bring ya back outchea
Goddamn, even though you tired
These busters ain't satisfied 'til
They asses get sanitized
Then they bring it on they self
Then they ass wan' cry
When the barrel of that pistol
Look 'em right in they eyes
Get my California buzz on
Chillin' with my cuzzo
Coward ass niggas gon' make me
Go put my gloves on
I don't give a fuck, I never did
I never will and that's how I fuckin' feel
Young Savage, forever Trill

Now I done did some fucked up shit
I ain't gon' 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'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie
Now I done did some fucked up shit
I ain't gon' 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'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie