[Produced by Chris Calor]
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Back again and I'm rolling, got a pack of Swish and a bag of thizz
Like a stash of Swiss and I blow it, tell my brother "Up to ride"
But them n***as firing up that reggie, man
And can't have them f** n***as in your regime
s** dick, roll weed on the résumé
Bald head, damn near do everything
She do everything and I like it
Bend that a** over, baby, I'll bite it
Like to role play, be a stripper, baby
I'll tip her, baby, this pimping, baby, just Rosé
And I'm drunker than I should be
I'm f**ing too honest but I could be
Another f** n***a rapping 'bout wrapping
Flipping O's by rap and hip-hop, boy, you could be
I don't believe that sh** n***a, how the f** you trill?
n***a, how the f** you real? n***a, how the f** you feel?
You don't feel sh**, and I feel it in my heart: you a real b**h
You don't steel tip, Texas swanging
Texas slanging, Rikki Blu straight Texas
He'll wreck your paint, I'm the type
To f** your b**h to the record playing, "I'm a fan, mane"
f** that, n***a, n***a, you the man, mane
Gotta let a b**h n***a do his damn thang
Even crooked politicians get a campaign
Need Henny, too broke for the champagne
But I still keep it G every damn day
Memorize every word that a fan say
We the House, b**h n***as, to your family
Don't let your b**h 'round me, I'm a girl prey
All I need is good p**y and a place to chill
Couple hundred thousand, gotta pay some bills
Gotta stack for my lil' n***a college tuition
He fifteen, I'mma have him in the college with b**hes
Gotta let the flow age, n***a, prolly to glisten
I was in the Windy city, n***a, study the ism
Triangle offense, n***a, study the prism
I was just locked up, b**hes land you in prison, but
[Hook: Isaiah Rashad]
Do you like that sh**?
What a feeling baby, light that sh**
Oh, you love how I write that sh**?
I do it better when you like that sh**, come on
[Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci]
Late nights, these late nights, I pray to God they pay off
For these hard times we done been through
Got me still screaming "f** school"
And the police got my shirt off sitting in the MC
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling like Rich B-O-Y
n***a got wings and still can't fly
Throw some D's off on my ride, throw some D off in your wife
p**y stay off in my mind but the Pimp C, little P-A-C
Riding 'round, can't feel my feet, riding 'round, lost my ID
Drunk driving, spilling drink on my seat
Slurring words, b**h, you know me
Cause I'm the n***a, man f** these n***as
And any b**h rusing for the weed
b**h, get a gram, put it in the Swisher, man
Or I suppose whatever you get it in
Put it to your lips, get a light, gon' feel the glam
Tell me that it feel good, tell me all them lies
Make me feel good, let me, let me, let me feel real good
Give you my life, give you my life if I really could
But I know that I should, follow my steps
Get a little money in the process, 9-2 to the f**ing d**h
House what I mothaf**in' rep, feel me, b**h, feel me
'til my body go down to the depths to the creva**e of the Earth
The circle of the circle, roll circuits of the purple
And the golds stay gleaming, f** n***as stay scheming
Fishing hooks in the sky, young n***a Kareem-ing
Full bucket and a dream, n***a looking for wishes
Still grab my dick screaming "f** these b**hes"
[Hook]
[Outro: Rikki Blu]
Yeah, Texas Trill, that Texas trill, Triple D, that Texas trill
Pleasant Grove, that Texas trill, Oak Cliff, that Texas trill
West Dallas, that Texas trill, East Dallas, that Texas trill
North Dallas, that Texas trill, Sunny South, that Texas trill
Two Podners, Texas trill, Rudy's Chicken, Texas trill
Eastside, Texas trill, Westside, Texas Trill
That Texas trill, Texas trill, Blue Family Grove, Texas trill
Blu From The Grove, Texas trill, Texas trill, yeah, Texas trill