Chris Calor - Fake Trill lyrics

[Produced by Chris Calor] [Verse 1: Michael da Vinci] The no stoner, has a bo*er, I need head and some s** Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite Homer, dream 'bout booze and some tits Speak 'bout b**hes less than often cause they lie for the dick Thus an evil of a creature, who plays games on gent I sit lonely in my Honda, behind darkest of tint Smoke a woodtip for my problems and give Brandy a sip Get confided in the voice, spill my feelings and sh** Breaking codes and regulations, not a pimp nor a simp Give me things that make me happy, cause the bottom I hit f** a bowl, give me love, f** your words, give me d** Promethazine, a nice to meet you, you made b**h n***as all seem to Misuse the words of trill, hold the gun so they real 'til their face in the reel, watch a real n***a squeal When the piglets peal, the tabs off of your grill Yeah you chirping, pleading deals with your f*ggot a** [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] Been sipping on this, stop telling me, start to get sober Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly, I would do anything just to get over So I drank sometimes, then I paint these rhymes, pardon me, I'm antsy Why? My heart quite nervous, '95 I'm swerving, then I hit them curbs No then boys ain't working, f** a black Suburban, commissary purchase My daddy calls, I barely answer, f** parental curses I spit too many verses, I know you f**ing heard 'em So why you leave them voicemails that you know gone hurt me Tired of rapping that real sh**, if nobody gone feel this I could be gripping that steel sh**, you too busy to deal with It's like, they told me all the time "You got the gift of the gab" Finally n***as is listening, yeah, then I just start with this missing my dad [Outro: Isaiah Rashad] Damn, so like when... you gone quit? You trill now, huh? You cool, huh? You real? You real, that's what's popular, huh? That's cool, you UGK for life, huh? Boy Stop