[Verse 1: Zilla]
Dirty Vans, styrofoam filled to the brim
b**h it's him
Trill a** Zilla n***a
I pour a four then I pour an eight then I pour a four then another eight
b**h I'm great, I know they hate
Sitting high swinging low like a f**ing boss
High as f** appetite on Rick Ross
Uhh
I'm a fiend sipping the purple
b**h I will hurt you
Way past your curfew
I did it like Erkle
Big white cups of that mud till I move like a turtle
f** how you feel b**h I'm too high to think
Hang up my coat b**h its too nice a mink
Pour up my Sprite with a pint of that pink
Packing the geeb till my eyes look like chinx
n***a I'm trill, yes I'm for real
Shout out my n***as thats tipping it still
Tipping on fours, sipping on fours
Zilla be k**ing, just switching his flows
Drink till I'm drunk, smoke till I'm high
Rap till' I'm great, flex till' I'm fly
b**h n***a bow down
For I tell my n***as chow down
Last name Zilla so you know you talking to a God now
Uhh
I'm a motherf**ing beast straight out the East
Eat a beat make a feast
Then I'm out n***a
But I like to keep the peace, piece at ease
Feed the streets, chief the keef
Whenever you in doubt n***a
[Bridge]
I pour a fo' then I pour a 8
Then I pour a fo'
Then I Then I pour a fo'
Then I Then I pour a fo'
Pour a 8 then I pour a fo' then I Then I
[Hook]
Rest in peace to Pimp C, shout out to the homie Bun
Can't forget Slim Thug, n***a he a real one
Mike Jones, Paul Wall
Lil Keke all ya'll
We gon' fill these cups and get this money till we all fall
Trill Zilla n***a
Trill Zilla Uhh
Trill Zilla n***a
Trill Zilla Uhh
Trill Zilla n***a
Trill Zilla Uhh
Trill Zilla, Trill Zilla
[Verse 2: Chrome]
Prophecy, reason why your moms is always mad at me