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 desert lid

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 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



(Check One Two, what it do?

This shit right, let’s go)



This H-Town where the Prince king

Pop my truck 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, quicker than diarrhea

Let the shit go

(Brrah!)



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



Trill, trill, trill, trill, trill, trill, trill…