Bun B - Triller lyrics

(feat. Kirko Bangz) [Intro: Kirko Bangz] Triller Say ain't nobody triller I'm a motherf**in k**er Say ain't nobody triller And you know it's for real [Verse 1: Bun B] Wake up in the morning, give thanks to the Lord For giving me another day so I can go hard Never been fraud, always kept it true Get dressed, hit the street try ta' see what it do Cut a few corners, [?] a few dubs Get 'em, jump back, trill n***as show love Some try to hate, I don't pay it no mind Either get with me or get like me – that's on the grind Candy paint shine as I flip through the city Ridin' 84s, and them hoes look pretty Had dirty money way before P Diddy I'm just tryna squeeze a little more milk up out the titty Is ya with me? [Hook: Kirko Bangz] I'mma put it down my n***a Gotta do what I do for the town my n***a Boys talking down on a n***a But since day one I've been a k**er Mayne and ain't nobody triller Say ain't nobody triller I'm a motherf**ing k**er H-Town in this b**h And you know it's for real [Verse 2: Bun B] Riding drop top in the Fleetwood Lac The sun is shining down on my astro [?] I'm all about the cheese but I never been a wreck Gotta keep it to yo self, what part of the game is that? You see me rollin 4's on them foes, just flipping Leaning on the leather through the Southside dipping You know I got the gat up on my lap with the clip in co*k back ready but these boys ain't tripping Who run this b**h? Don't even bother My granddaddy did, he pa**ed it to my father My father did his thing like a G He pa**ed it down to me Now the neighborhood belong to Bun B, OG [Hook 2: Kirko Bangz] I'mma put it down my n***a Gotta do what I do for the town my n***a Boys talking down on a n***a But since day one I've been a k**er Mane and ain't nobody triller Say ain't nobody triller I'm a motherf**ing k**er [?] in this b**h And you know it's for real [Verse 3: Bun B] p**y n***as need to stay off in they lane Sitting sidelines, want to quarterback the game Back seat drivers get to talking too much But not when I'm around, cause they know they get touched It's the city called Clutch, and that's how we come through Fake n***as runnin up? What the f** they gon' do? A trill n***a, no Hilfiger Put it on yo a**, before when we still wheel n***a New n***as in the game, get your share Long as you ain't touching mine, b**h I really don't care [?] in the air, twist yo fingers til it break Trill recognize trill, we never roll fake For the game [Hook: Kirko Bangz]