Bun B – Trill lyrics

I still, I still, I still, I still, I still, I still, I still
Tote steel, I still, tote steel, I still, tote steel
I still, ha

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern og's, trill recognize trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern og's, trill recognize trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Bun B is the name, ugk is the click
P A T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard

We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin', every nigga is game
So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there

See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself

'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm 'bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug
C*** back the hammer on the goddamn steel
Put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, fuck it

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern og's, trill recognize trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern og's, trill recognize trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block, what my status in the game
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold

The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin', ding a ling danglin'
Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlainn

I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter and all these trap boyz

Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
Semi automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern og's, trill recognize trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern og's, trill recognize trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother

So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We coming for money and your motherfucking respect
We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us

You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya
'Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya

Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen
So not everyones associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern og's, trill recognize trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern og's, trill recognize trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit