1.2 Smooth
Lyricist：Jeremy Varnard Allen, Webster Gradney
Couldn't wait to get mo shit from Trill ENT huh？
Bad ass and young savage keep it so street huh？
But we been doin' this for a while, but it ain't sleep time
Gotta send these motherfuckers platinum 2 or 3 times
We flyin' cloud 9, whoever figured we poppin'
It be me and the old drop and the rims don't stop
Yea, nigga came up, 60,000 on the watch
But they got niggas still stuck and a nigga ain't forgot
A lotta niggas getting shot, so keep yo pistol
I ain't 21 yet, I still keep this one
And if you got love for 'em, watch yo nigga
You can let 'em slip, I'm tellin' you this you gone miss 'em
I love Ol Murl, but been a minute since I kissed her
But she keep it real, so knowing her, she ain't tripping
Slowed up on drinkin', I don't get too tipsy
'Cause being off guard in VR is too risky
Ask me what I want about a life, be specific
Money, power, ma niggas yea, thatuh be terrific
But it's really all a dream, that's why I'm just living
Y'all mind too little to even feel what I'm spitting
Y'all haters would kill, to be sitting where I'm sitting
I'm just too real, that's how I'm getting it, how I'm getting it
Say what ya won't, but money talks, stop whispering
Trill young savage ain't do damage？ Y'all silly
I'm too smooth, you can't do it like this, you ain't foolish
like this
Jewels like this, pool like this, I ain't full yet
I ain't with the bullshit, on the real check me out
(I'm too smooth)
Like how you walk like that, talk like that
Soft like that, I'm a straight mack, Cutlass or Maybach
Hop in lay back, I'mma bring ya straight back
(I'm too smooth)
Young savage, big dog status,
Judge Johnson let my big dog have it
Can't sleep, bad dreams, I ain't ever had shit
So you can come and try me I'm blasting
Getting smoked seeds, now I need another pack shit
Bad nerves, think I get it from my daddy
Straight factory red, ain't even get the Davins
A hundred 50, got a nigga neck flashing
Nigga know me well, every hood I pass in
V-12, under the hood I'm smasshin'
I done seen good nigga, I done seen bad shit
Heart full of hurt full of purp got me laughing
06's 07's all Webbie's, I ain't laughing
Young savage coming ready every album
Bounce up in the club, no search no hassle
Looking for a gutter bitch, I see her I'mma snatch her
I'm too smooth, you can't do it like this, you ain't foolish
like this
Jewels like this, pool like this, I ain't full yet
I ain't with the bullshit, on the real check me out
(I'm too smooth)
Like how you walk like that, talk like that
Soft like that, I'm a straight mack, Cutlass or Maybach
Hop in lay back, I'mma bring ya straight back
(I'm too smooth)
Man nigga had a blast last night, man I was smoking big blunts
Countin big stacks all last night, gotta 'lil ass last night
From something tight and bright
Way she suck pipe, think she was mixed with white
D ain't wanna change hoes, so I switched with Mike
It ain't nothin to a nigga, yelling bitch or wife
All them stories nigga sayin', better get shit right
I'm young savage, Trill family in this bitch for life
It ain't right, hatin' 'cause we ain't livin' the same life
You fight ya old lady, I fuck her the same night
My ring and that shit you be drivin' the same price
Nigga you ain't never seen real diamonds or real ice
Y'all fake ass rappers, I'm watchin' ya shit
Half of y'all talk about it and ain't really did it
Never say y'all 'lil niggas names, 'cause I'm fucking serious
Wanna trip？ We can wild out like Tupac and Biggie
I'm too smooth, you can't do it like this, you ain't foolish
like this
Jewels like this, pool like this, I ain't full yet
I ain't with the bullshit, on the real check me out
(I'm too smooth)
Like how you walk like that, talk like that
Soft like that, I'm a straight mack, Cutlass or Maybach
Hop in lay back, I'mma bring ya straight back
(I'm too smooth)
2.Doe Doe
Blowin doe doe
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It ain't no joke up in here
Got so much smoke up in here
You prolly choke up in here
If you ain't on dat dope up in here
Man, eyes are sewed up in here
Cus I think it's roped up in here
Got this lil hoe up in here
And I ain't had a shirt since a year.
But I turn the wheel
The music f＊＊k up ya ear
Snatch some mo 26's
Get you mo shit to go with it
We'll start here-bottom line
You clip em one at a time
You do this shit by the month
I switch em up by the blunt
So don't be stuntin-resepct
Chicks and boppas be on me
Yeah I'm prived in the projects
Andsome lil niggas that wannt in
In the asldjgkl some tints
Bad bitches some sence
I get tired riding this high
Hit the canceling switch
Yeah my lil homie came up with some extravagant shit
So I role it up and took me an extravagant hit
Got to laughing and grinning
Man it must be the bleezy
Started trippin and chessin
So I rolled another one IMMEDIATE, ya know it
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I be creeping slowly in the money
Carlo (carlo) I ain't going inside til tomorrow(til tomorrow)
I gotta give it,
Give a f＊＊k if it's ya car note
Black jeep behind me that's my nigga marlo
I pull up at the store
They know I'm getting money
With a pimp, young boosie call her youg dumney
My girl hit me,
I bet I'll bring yo ass home
Not right now, b／c I'm getting my thug on
Eyes slow, yeah I'm smokin out the pound
Hat back seats slow
Me＆my rounds
4 4 ＆my pocket kinda heavy
Take it out and put on my left, I stay ready
This shit got me,
Man, I'm trying to smoke it next
And my nigga beeta get some different shecks
Motha f＊＊ka＆don't never think I'm serious
I put hollow tips through your f＊＊kin belly
Gon burn ya like a deli
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Man I'm always in the ghetto, in the ghetto you can find me
Cadillac, swangin hard
Killas right behind me
Rollin down the interstate
Doin bout 90
This car is so smoked out, this shit is about to blind me
Gotta crack the window＆let looseness fall
While I'm bending corners in my candy painted hog
Switchin, so packed like a mothaf＊＊kin log
Take anotha hit and then I pass it to my dawg
A doe doe smokin gangsta, I stay twistin that green
But 28 gram a day have it, no what I mean
If I don't get my medicine, nigga on the cool
I'm bout to start trippin out, actin a motha f＊＊kin fool
That's when dr, jess will turn into hide on these boys
Pull out the heckler and start the pride on these boys
Well I'm buff, we ain't lettin shit slide on these boys
So we gon'keep our pistols and our eyes on these boys
That's wassup
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3.First Night
What you mad now？
cuz i done made it, laugh now!
you doin bad now？
i thought you was a big timer!
you a trip nigga
you just a buncha lip nigga
why that shit so little and all the diamonds missin？
where the hood street shit？
show me where the G shit
where the gutter holes be and nobody gone see shit
hit the purple main up, man i need a complete zip!
and if i catch you anywhere i can hit, you gettin' ripped
Verse 1, Webbie
i had to ？ at the club
and i didn't even know her
i just looked her in her eyes
and i could tell that she was sober
that's a problem, bought some bottles
we started blowin and pourin
she got to bouncin and twerkin, my dick it start gettin hard
the lights and 'em got 'em movin my shit it start glissen hard
told niggas that got to lookin i'm muggin them bitches hard
already smoked about a half of dat shit i was trippin hard
so i made sure my niggaz was straight
and kept her goin
CHORUS
First night! Watch diz nigga do it every time
First night! Probably get to even let my nigga get a try
First night! Oh come on suck it i know it's your first time
First night! I just hit 'em and forget 'em I ain't lyin!
2x
Verse 2, Webbie
Ugly hoes stand wide bad bitches come and talk to me
I don't really talk a lotta shit my appearance talk fo me
I don't like relationships cuz i dun really wanna fuss
I love me thighs and hips to grip when i be cuttin some
Me, i'm quick to nuttin some
i know you clowns trippin' out
Until you find out that it's yo bitch mouf i'm talkin bout
Real feel this shit cuz
On the beach just chillin out
Six puerto rican hoochies just me, boos, and rick ross
Bet a hundred on that Saints game
Kinda pissed off i just lost
She ate nuts i cheered up
nigga feel her this bitch soft
I call soon as you go to work
I leave right when you get off
I stay there when you ain't home
I'm the nigga behind them prank calls
I fuck hoes, i touch them, i'm out shit, i'm bout dat
I count toes, i flow hoes, i slang hoes, these skank hoes
Head first, a fo sho, and bread first, a no no
To the room after my show, don't wanna go then don't worry
Chorus 2x
Verse 3, Mouse
I met a cutie with a booty, and she was kinda groovy
She woulda gave it to me if i took her to the movies (Yup!)
Then I met Pam, straight outta Birmingham
She says she ？ but she did the whole fam (Yup!)
Can't forget Ashley, yea she get nasty
Chopped her on campus right befo she changed classes (Yup!)
Freaks by the bundle, yea they act humble
But when they let the ？, shit they will rumble
When I work that lumber, big cucumber
Hit you and forget you, you's a one hit wonder
When I work that lumber, big cucumber
Hit you and forget you, you's a one hit wonder
But if you work it good you can leave me your number
Hit the bedroom and make it shake like thunder
That girl ass phat but yours much more plumper
Girl don't waste a minute go on lemme hit it on tha
First night! Watch diz nigga do it every time
First night! Probably get to even let my nigga get a try
First night! Oh come on suck it i know it's your first time
First night! I just hit 'em and forget 'em I ain't lyin!
2x
4.Fly As An Eagle
I Stay Fly As A Eagle Mane, (Oooh)
Fresh Like Candy Paint, (Fresh)
Sharp As Razor Blade, (I'm Back Baby)
Gotta Stay Playa Made
A Couple Karats In Tha Illo's Dat Glist Glist Glist,
Gotta Momma Up In Hemming Dat I Miss Miss Miss,
I Ain't Use To Have Nuttin Now I'm Rich Rich Rich,
To Tha Bentley From Tha Cutlass Now They Piss Piss Piss,
We Blowin' Purp In Tha Front, They Pouring Yac In Tha Back,
A Couple Gats In Tha Back And Ain't None Of Us Gon' Rat,
If I Ain't Already Ripped 'Em, My Brotha Boosie Dun Flipped 'Em,
We Get High Like A Missile And We Be Clean As A Whistle,
I Lay Dat Dick Like A Winner, Jus' Ask My Girls In Virginia,
They Jus' Can't Stand When It's Soft And Wanna Scream (Ahhhhh)
When It's In 'Em,
I Be With Pimp, We Be Pimpin, From San Francisco To Memphis,
I Cut Tha Baddest Of Bitches, And Then Fa' Get When I'm Finish,
(Who？)
I Jus' Talk A Lil' Shit And Then It's A Hit When I'm Finished,
I Drop Tha Top When It's Pretty Or Pop Tha 6 In A Minute,
It's Savage Life Don't Fa' Get It, (Naw) Trill Fam In Tha
Building,
We Gon' Need Some Mo' Space Cause Money Stack To Tha Ceilin' Yea
I Stay Fly As A Eagle Mane,
Fresh Like Candy Paint,
Sharp As Razor Blade,
Gotta Stay Playa Made
Who U Kno' Can Play Some Linen,
Been Gangsta Since Tha Beginning,
Stacy Adams Not Tha Tenni's And All My Woman Be Friendly,
Use To Shop At J.C. Penny's, But Now I Be On Some Playa Shit,
Use To Wear Dem J's But Now I Be On Dat Gata Shit,
Lookin Like A Million Some Niggas Be On Dat Hatin Shit,
We Gettin' Money Now Ya'll Niggas Be On Dat Lata Shit,
Fall Off In Tha Boat Shootin Dice With Niggas With Businesses,
Flyin' In Yo' Grandma Preaching, Can I Get A Witnesses,
Same Fella Use To Rock Tee's Now What Tha Difference Is,
Now I'm On Some Grown Man Shit And I Ain't Ignorant,
I Should Be In Ebony Takin' Pictures With Ebony,
And Steve Harvey Since I'm Not Yo' Average Celebrity,
I Mingle With Tha Richest, Took Pictures With Raw Bitches Dat U
See On Television With A Ass Like Delicious,
Face Like Eve, Red Carpet Walking Bitches,
U Can't Keep Me Out Tha Mirror Cause I'm Cleaner Than Some
Dishes
I Stay Fly As A Eagle Mane,
Fresh Like Candy Paint,
Sharp As Razor Blade,
Gotta Stay Playa Made
Now
We Got So Much Out Here To Lose And U Don't See 'Til U Copp,
And All Dem Dudes Don't Keep A G To Ya' Cop,
And I Remember, He Told Me Don't Stop,
Rest In Peace Boo I Owe U A Lot,
Got My Phone Called Boosie, Say Let's Go To Tha Top,
So My Lil' Dog Doin 5, I'm a Hold Him A Spot,
40 Thousand For Tha Bracelet Jus' To Go With Tha Watch,
Don't Disrespect Me, Give A Fuck Bout If U Kno' Me Or Not,
I'll Pull Up In A Mean One, U Ain't Never Seen One,
Tha Red One, Tha Black One, Tha Platinum, Tha Green One,
Ashley, Shanika, Or Keisha, Or Tina
A Front To Tha Back To A Face Full Of Seamen,
Real Life Street Nigga, Always Gon' Be One, (Always Gon' Be One)
Look Me In My Eyes, Guarantee Dey Gon' See One,
I'm Fly As A Eagle, UGK My People, I'm Trill Young Savage, Dat's
One Thang About Me, I
I Stay Fly As A Eagle Mane,
Fresh Like Candy Paint,
Sharp As Razor Blade,
Gotta Stay Playa Made
5.I Know
Lyricist：Webster Gradney, Djuan Hart, Byron O Thomas
Say Mel and T Mayne
I'm a make a nigga feel on this
Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood
(South baton rouge)
The candy lady out of business 'cause they take her goods
Play with me it's guaranteed, ooh, I'm a lay ya down
Gotta watch my back across my tracks, God know, I know these
clowns
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
God got my back so
Lil Boosie keep his mind at ease
And God kno I kno
That somebody gon hate on me
But God kno I'm thug so
You kno lil Boosie go and get skeet
Now God know my situation, he know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin'
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil nigga with that glock ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's 'bout time we hit our knees and tell God truth
Can't stop the way we livin' just help us make it through
When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles too
And God kno, and God know I'm thug life, you fuckin' right
So if nigga play with me of the op I gotta get him right
And God got my back so, when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely through the back do
The murder rate is sky high, nigga holla ride or die
These youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
'Cause niggas slingin' iron like the lone ranger
Mayne, it's murder, murder, kill, kill
On the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chil
Some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live in the southside
I'm thuggin' with my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk shit got hog tied
God know I know these niggas
Don't make me show these niggas
Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas
And I
God kno all the killas
He done walked with all them niggas
He done talked with all them niggas
Before they went sparked them trigger
He ain't tear ya up in church but
God pretty eyes done covered up some dirt
Plus he kept a thug alert
For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists
These niggas in the swamp swear to God they're alligators
Me an my niggas paper chasers, shit, we ain't stuntin'
We do wat we gotta do, to get that money
And God kno my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And God kno my temper
My temper like a bubble
You bust it, you in trouble
Only God kno, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow
I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo
The street ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south
Thas why I'm ridin' with that nine, I'm tryin make it out
And it's hard to live, I'm a community where ain't no fuckin'
unity
They always say I'm dead, they try to ruin me
So Boosie be on other shit
Like jew-el-r-is and poppin' Chris
And Mac on you a model bitch
Had a hoe that swallow dick
Since 12 I saw alot of shit, God kno I kno
Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store
So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin' a donkey
Killin' my own people, servin' my own uncles
And I
Our father who art in heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thou kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
But we stay reppin'
But we stay they got beasts up in my section
I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the D
80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin' ya petey
God kno, I need to send my niggas some pictures this
And som change to keep nigga fresh kicks on his feet
And God kno he raised me
When donkey went jonsin'
Bronson kept me wide open and that's a fact
But I kno they gon hate tho
'Cause I got blocks and raps
And blocks of work so u can call me lego
It's consequences, jumpin' fences
'Cause the narcs tryin' lynch us and they missin' us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played
The beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked
Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked
Now if don't nobody now
God kno
Nigga you a hood rat
God kno
A nigga try to bring you down
He right on side you
God kno
Nigga tryin' steal yo girl you had fears
God kno
6.I Miss You
Lyricist：L Anderson, W Gradney, P Lawrence, Lionel Richie, M Roach, B
Rome
I'll be missin' you
Hello, Young Savage
What you doin'？ Trill Ent
I'll be missin' you, I'll be missin' you
Webbie
I ain't been home but a few days, I miss you
I know you do, I ain't gon' lie, I miss you too
Come on kiss me through the phone, I'ma kiss you too
Now I'ma hit you in a minute, gotta get this loot
Girl, we got us somethin' special, I know it ain't nothin'
better
You can trust me 'cause I'm tellin' ya, I don't want nothin'
else
You get lonely, you can just use the pictures up on the dresser
I ain't never think a woman could have me this lil' feelin'
Girls'll walk up on me, flirtin', I be tellin' 'em, 'Nah, I'm
chillin'
Hug you tight, go to sleep, just to squeeze you like my lil'
pillow
Then I wake up Monday mornin', don't come back till Friday
And my whole 'nother whip, sittin' on 6's with tinted windows
Baby phat bags, all the purses with matchin' slippers, you done
heard
I fucked this dumb bitch, now you mad trippin'
Tears in ya eyes, yellin' you tired of my fast livin'
I'm just happy for to see ya, goddamn, I miss you
Since you went away, I've been down and lonely
Since you went away, I've been thinkin' of you
Ooh, I'm missin' you, ooh, I'm missin' you
From rags to riches, if that shit was to hit me again
I'd have to bring you with me again
It done been a lot of stuff I found myself in
And you stuck by a nigga like my left hand
It wasn't all this at first, till we just kept prayin'
Now I'm on, you a bad ass bitch, yes, ma'am
And oh yes ma'am, as soon as I get home it's gon' be work time
And you know us, we like to fuck like it's the first time
You tell the first time for some reason
I knew that I was stayin' and I figured you wasn't leavin'
I know that I don't need ya but be feelin' like I need ya
When it come to certain people, I act like I got a meetin'
But I just wanna please ya, trust me, they just wanna be ya
Whenever I ain't with ya, baby, I can't wait to see ya
I gotta keep it G and say I love ya, 'cause I'm for real
Now what's with all the tears？ We been doin' this shit for years
Since you went away, I've been down and lonely
Since you went away, I've been thinkin' of you
Ooh, I'm missin' you, ooh, I'm missin' you
Ooh, I'm missin' you, ooh, I'm missin' you
Ya, everything I need, couldn't have asked for more
Boy, you know you were waitin' for
I know you wonder why I'm standin' at the door
To let you know, I miss you
And you can see it in my eyes
You're the completion to my life
Ain't even a question, you already know
But I'll remind you that, I miss you, ooh
I miss you, baby, ooh
(Ooh)
I'll miss you baby
(Ooh, I'll be missin' you)
I'll miss you baby, ooh
(I'll be missin' you)
I'll miss you
(Ooh, I'll be missin' you)
Ooh
Ooh
(Ooh)
I'll miss you, I'll miss you baby
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
I'll be missin' you, I'll be missin' you
(Ooh)
I'll be missin' you
7.I'm Hot
Lyricist：Webster Gradney, Bruce Rome
I'm hot, it's my turn
I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold, you already know
You can go by what you heard depending on what they told you
Man, I knew it would be a day, some bitch ass nigga crossed
And let whatever fuck him up could come and fuck with the boss
What you think savage done lost？ Now you done laid 'round and
loss it
And came across to the vaulter, now that shit just gonna cost ya
Time to kidnap some children, time to shoot up some houses
Girl, it's all about Webbie, 2007, I'm out there
And I'm too little to hit and I'm too big to forget
And I'm too slippery to hold and I'm too out of control
I'm a phantom, you lac, I'm a choppa, you mac
I'm too fast off the casket, I wipe my ass with a stack
And ain't nobody fresher gon' wipe that out 'cause I'm on
Should've left this bitch on the dresser 'cause if they catch me
I'm gone
My fro too fresh for the throne, I shook the world like a drone
In the heat of the moment I give the streets what they want
That's why my cake lookin' long, I hate face lookin' 'lone
Apologize to my people for havin' waitin' so long, bitch
I'm hot, it's my turn
I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold, you already know
You can go by what you heard depending on what they told you
I'm hot, it's my turn
I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold, you already know
You can go by what you heard depending on what they told you
Man, this shit gotta work for all my people in the dirt
I'm gon' be bigger den jigga if dey don't hit me up first
Man, ya'll must got me confused, I take niggaz by two
I break niggaz in two man, ya'll fake niggaz is through
I hear ya album is poo, I'm just tellin' the truth
If it wasn't for heavy promotion, I don't to what you do
Now if I slap ya in ya face then bitch, what ya do？
Probably nuttin', be surprised but then depend on ya crew
I'm straight tellin' ya, don't mess with me
Put ya'll, whole crew in jeopardy
Niggaz sweat when they next to me
Can't let dis shit get the best of me
Ya'll been waitin on my single 'cause I'm cold and I'm freezin'
I been countin' big money, lightin' big blunts with my finger
I'm no longer a dreamer, now that shit's all in the past
Focused on cash, use to kick hoe niggas all in dey ass
Collaborate with everybody
Time to get in some trance
And if you think
I'm talkin 'bout ya, fuckin' nigga, I am
I'm hot, it's my turn
I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold, you already know
You can go by what you heard depending on what they told you
I'm hot, it's my turn
I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold, you already know
You can go by what you heard depending on what they told you
You just ain't understandin', you's a fat crumb, I'm candy
Boy, I'm simple, you Bambi, plain and simple, I'm jammin'
And I wasn't made for these cameras, bitch, I get paid for these
cameras
If it wasn't for that you could've have 'em but I gotta make
some happen
My money good like it look, I keep it hood like it look
I'm in the hood, you can look, man, Baton Rouge, off the hook
Man, what's a thief to a crook, don't let the pills get you
whooped
You gon' let that kid get you killed, my savage life album
killed
Bein' a gangsta I'm guilty, I get my chain over women
I'm hot like fresh biscuits, they just wanna lick tittys
Evisues or dickes, 22s or 6s
I mean, they both hot but which one's the sickest？
Every city I visit, they be like they gotta get it
Well, here it is for a week I'm tryna do a half million
But if I don't, to me it don't really mean nuttin'
'Cause until you seen the savage, you ain't really seen nuttin'
I'm hot, it's my turn
I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold, you already know
You can go by what you heard depending on what they told you
I'm hot, it's my turn
I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold, you already know
You can go by what you heard depending on what they told you
8.I'm Ready
Lyricist：M. (？) Clark, Webster Gradney
Wassup Trill E N T？ You know what I'm saying？
Bitch ass niggas be wondering
What the fuck this shit mean to me
This shit mean everything to me, nigga, this all I got
Street life nigga still wild'n
Took my shirt off me and turk about to drop the work off
Niggas best wipes they smirks off, honestly we'll hurt y'all
Hit them niggas heart, tell big boi to skurt off
Ten toes down, now ten hoes down
White Nike one bike if it's 50 hoes round
Ten cali one pipe, now that's fifty whole pounds
Niggas acting like bitches, I'll sit they ass down
Type ass go Webbie I like get in trouble
Bite the hammer when you scared be careful how you play it
All your money and your bread don't mean nothing
When you're dead
Booty ass nigga, school booty ass nigga
Think about me when I ain't around
When I'm around they shiver
Camera ass nigga, fame ass nigga
In the club when I make it rain ass nigga
I'm a ol' neva gon change ass nigga
What trill mean to me I explain nigga
The T for fam I told you I got 'em
The R for real and rovers ready to die
The I for me 'cause I'm the fucking hottest
The L for love and loyal the leaders behind me
The hood for long, it's been a long time and finally
Everybody shining, mayne, fuck it, it's game time
And I'm ready, I'm Webbie, I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie, I'm ready, I'm Webbie
This year all be we all, where we all be
Want something？ Call me, try me and y'all see
MTV, BET, tell 'em that it's all good
We want tall, how I'm living but we scared of y'all hood
My homeboy stressed, tell 'em keep his head up
Don't want go back to the slums, so I keep my bread up
If I get my head buss, I don't really give a fuck
What gon' happen to my people only thing I'm scared of
When you look up in your mirror you see a pussy ass nigga
You don't see a boss, hogg, go getta that'll kill you
See a candy ol' fear glitter
Rims keep spinning, fuck hoes, I'll consider
Tote high four five dope house I'm little
G'd up, re'd up, sold out sixty minutes
Trill fam still fam, duck tape his fate
Pay the lawyer, beat case, Young Savage, get it straight
The T for fam I told you I got â~em
The R for real and rovers ready to die
The I for me cause I'm the fuckin' hottest
The L for love and loyal the leaders behind me
The hood for long, it's been a long time and finally
Everybody shining, mayne, fuck it it's game time
And I'm ready I'm Webbie, I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie, I'm ready, I'm Webbie
My niggas be winning and laughing and fakin' and fronting
Moses like hoes trying to see how we working this company
Scoping with pistols and ropes, hoping we fumble
Open like some of these savage life ass wannabes
I'ma say wannabe, you know I'm gonna be S T R A I G H T
Pussy niggas hate me, I'm a straight G
They tell me go commercial, bitches make me
Take me to the top, that's what I told Savage
Then he told, â½Webbie, let's roll, I'm readyâ
Fuck gold, go platinum, my goal is to snatch all
Black folks who down with savage hoes that's what's happenin'
And if I don't get it you know I ain't trippin'
Lil nigga, real nigga, I'm still a real nigga
Don't doubt trill niggas been riding with trill niggas
You wasn't even in the picture this is for the permission, nigga
The T for fam I told you I got â~em
The R for real and rovers ready to die
The I for me cause I'm the fuckin' hottest
The L for love and loyal the leaders behind me
The hood for long it's been a long time and finally
Everybody shining, mayne, fuck it it's game time
And I'm ready, I'm Webbie, I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie, I'm ready, I'm Webbie
9.Independent
Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch, Mac Knight
Claud Vernell
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean mayne？
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean？
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, work hard, you a bad broad
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean？
Baby Phat just relax
Front your own flat screen
Back rub, cook, clean, man don't make her make a scene
When u call her on her cellular
She tell u she don't need not a got damn thang
You a hot damn thang
If you think u finna get her wit a got damn chain
You insane, boy you better get some goddamn change
You a fool, been to school
Even walked across the stage
And she say I love webbie
From his looks to his ways
The stilettos, the J's depend on how the weather look
Flip flop slippers just to show off the pedicure
Flip flop niggaz depend on how the cheddar look
She'll buy her own I don't think she'll never look
In a man face standin' waitin' for him to take care of her
She'll rather go to work and pay the bills on schedule
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean mayne？
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean？
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, work hard, you a bad broad
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
She a dome dime diva
Gutta like Keisha
Work that meter
Cuz she a good freaka
Cuz she stay on her shit
She got her own shit
She don't neva trip cuz all she want is that dick
She bouncy, flossy keep them hoes off me
Gutta lil slang man, I love when she talkin'
A independent chick, do you know what that mean？
She cook, she clean, neva smell like onion rings
22's on her whip
Oh she do it large
When she break a nigga off
Got a nigga spoiled
She a bad lil' chick
A fly lil' chick
Hit me on my phone she like to buy that dick
Got her stunna shades on lookin' like sumthin'
Stallion hair long she a nice sumthin'
Like to go to the mall er'day for an outfit
Hair did, nails did, independent what she call it
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean mayne？
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean？
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, work hard, you a bad broad
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
She got her own house, drive her own whip
Range Rover all white, like her toe tips
She got a pretty smile, smell real good
Only time she need a man for that good jug
They buy the bar too, they superstars too
They be like you ain't got no money take yo broke tail home
In Baby Phat they on, they clothes match they phone
They be like 'yeah!' When they song come on
Leave the club kinda early 'cuz they gotta go to work
I mess wit supervisors who got credit like Big Turk
So dusty feet, please don't bother me
I got independent dimes on my mind who spoil me
Gucci hat, Gucci fit so sick
That's a gift from my independent chick yes sir!
Tryna get next to her gotta be yaself mayne
'Cause she got her own money, she don't need no help mayne
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean mayne？
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what that mean？
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, work hard, you a bad broad
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
If you ain't on, sit down
10.Just Like Me
Lyricist：Jeremy Varnard Allen, Webster Gradney
Wassup
My lil' soldier, yo lil' soldier, his lil' soldier
Dey lil' soldier you gon be just like me, boy
Woke up crying I'm pissed again
Bad azz hollerin' it's milk again
Fixed you a bottle put it in
Your hand you down that bitch
Like a fifth of hen we wild alike
We smile alike dey be like boy
You and your child
Alike could'nt even walk tryna
Take the mic soon as you got to walking went
Straight to fightin' I take you to yo people
'Cause they love to see ya dey always check yo
Pockets right before you leave
And I be like goddamn
He only 3, boy, you a straight G and you got it
From me I drop the top and turn up the beat
And you bob ya head and I hit the weed
Like father like son we hit the streets lil nigga
You gon be jus like me, hell yea, I'm a good dad
But I don't know if it's good or bad
So many niggas don't like my ass
I wouldn't be surprised if lightin' strike my ass
Boy you act like my ass don't know of these hoes
Excite my ass put sa money to da front and
Da hoes to da back and da niggas to da side and keep it like
that
I be like, oh yea
(You gon be just like me)
Sometimes I get scared
(You gon be just like me)
You gon end up dead
(You gon be just like me)
Lil' nigga fuck dat
(You gon be just like me)
Dey gon bust yo head
(You gon be just like me)
Naw you gon bust their's
(You gon be just like me)
You gon stack dat bread
(You gon be just like me)
You know how you gotta play it
(You gon be just like me)
To have it in yo blood I know how dat
Felt you jus like me so I don't need no dap on top
Boy you alwayz gotta see yoself fuck dem niggas
You don't need no help but being like me you gon need dat
Der keep 'cuz I care boy keep
'Cuz I swear to God, killaz out
Der everywere so here jus keep it on
Ya belt 'cuz I love you to death
Jus 'cuz dey der, dey not friends you ain't got ends
You ain't got friends, keep you a rubber for ya hot friends
And alwayz put it on before you pop it in keep it real
Dats da main thang some fools change
Dats da strange thang I can't explain some niggas fake all
I can say is jus stay safe chill, son, I'm for real son
I promise you only gon live once put ya on game while ya still
young
Got old folks out chea still dumb, tryna get rich
You don't have to see all da dum shytt dat I had to see
Still be prepared in case
You have to see 'cuz it ain't no tellin'
Who afta me graduate you probably should
If I could take it back
I probably would main, I wouldn't
Even tryna do it felt like
I ain't even have time to do it
Jus like da block you gotta grind to do it
Fuck dese niggas ain't a crime to do it
If ya think about ya big
'Cuz how ya doin' life shytt it really aint nuttin' to it
I be like, oh yea
(You gon be just like me)
Sometimes I get scared
(You gon be just like me)
You gon end up dead
(You gon be just like me)
Lil nigga fuck dat
(You gon be just like me)
Dey gon bust yo head
(You gon be just like me)
Naw you gon bust their's
(You gon be just like me)
You gon stack dat bread
(You gon be just like me)
You know how you gotta play it
(You gon be just like me)
One thing about it you should know for sho
You gotta daddy dats really gon go for go
And I got yo back till I go for sho
And aint neva bein played like a ho befo
I'm hoe pro on da low, low and you betta not let yo mama know
When you get a lil older I'mma show ya imma soilder
Everybody know me, keep it rollin'
I'mma try before it's ova
I'mma hav to die, still you ain't gon be solo
I'mma watch ova you from da sky
Bet not forget you gotta get it hope
You ain't neva gotta go steal shytt
Dats real shytt dis trill shytt lil nigga
You rather be real dan rich lifetime friends
Dey still switch straction action weed pussy
You on now all dese hoes lookin' non of dis shytt come befo yo
Sista small azz chick she don start
To thicken shytt fall off
She don start da missin' livin' out
Hea ya hard listenin', take jail boys
To da boys detention got to da feds wait to da finish do it
Like me I wouldn't recommend it
'Cuz dey got a lot of place
In da pennitentary and n pussy azz
Niggas dat will luv to see ya talkin dat shytt
I be still grinnin' you gon be jus like me
I see it in ya guess dats y you my lil nigga do it
How you won't fuck it, I ain't trippin'
I be like, oh yea
(You gon be just like me)
Sometimes I get scared
(You gon be just like me)
You gon end up dead
(You gon be just like me)
Lil nigga fuck dat
(You gon be just like me)
Dey gon bust yo head
(You gon be just like me)
Naw you gon bust their's
(You gon be just like me)
You gon stack dat bread
(You gon be just like me)
You know how you gotta play it
(You gon be just like me)
11.Just Like This
(feat. Big Head)
Trill ent Young Savage
If it don't make dolla's it don't make sense
I'm just doing what I do when I do what I do Nobody do it better
nobody
If it ain't purple it ain't smoking right
I don't know what's finna happen tomorrow
But Growing up in dem hoods
All a ni＊＊a can do is hope it'll be good
So where you art (I'm in da hood) just stay dere I'll through it
When I'm riding it's high 18 ft Or some hit with some heat
Told my peeps I'm a die in these streets
I'm a million dolla ni＊＊a why am I in these streets？
I don't know ni＊＊a shittt I got love in these streets
8th grade found a plug in em and I ain't turn back
Ain't no love in em thugs gonna have to learn dat
I'm a tell ya'll da real doe money what we here foe!
Cause say he was coming home Monday, dat was a year ago
Tell me stop I blow, My tolerance is real low
If it wasn't fo baby bopper I woulda died from pounds a some
years ago
Young savage I be hearing you doe, You got some tigger in you
doe
Nigga sounding like you on da cool but I don't know
I make it just so sick dat dey gotta (bite my shit)
Man I got so many hoes and bit＊ches (like my dick)
Man I ain't neva gon stop it's just like pimpin (just like dis)
And get it (just like dis) and win it (jus like dis)
I ain't neva had shit but dis rap wish
Big whips but no money fo da chap stick
But I was real since a ni＊＊a hit backflips
I'm real in thugin I don't need no practice
Start F＊＊kin a bitch look like a actress
I workin for da magnum stead of plastic
Everywhere I go I got hoes so attracted
Don't be hatin jus be brave and get yo ass whipped
I'm a bust him if his ass trip
I make it just so sick dat dey gotta (bite my shit)
Man I got so many hoes and bit＊ches (like my dick)
Man I ain't neva gon stop it's just like pimpin (just like dis)
And get it (just like dis) and win it (jus like dis)
12.Miracle
Webbie：the lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody
handin him shit
Ridin round town glamour and glistenin
Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back
Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck
They gave cuz seven flat, how many niggas gon rat
Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man
It had to fair, now I meet da family and dem, it packed at
Madison Square
I had career, I supposed to be right back there with dem
I owed it to him, I know it I show it
Don't wanna blow it or pour it
For da streets, give me a beat ima roll it
Show it wit dem leavin magic
But I knew I had it in savage
It got crucial I aint panic, when yall want it, I ran it
I remember when my granny said anything was to happen
From slangin, hustlin, to trappin
Laugin, prayin jackin
I'm blowin on granddaddy and all my kids happy its a miracle
Chorus：(2x) it seem like I'm dreamin, ah somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real
All dese years, am I really here
Have I really live what they call a miracle
Birdman： how u shoot clips, put it in the air
Mean mug dem niggas and have no fear
Play the game wit dem stripes, put it in his life
Ten on da mic, nigga do it da same night
Its a miracle, da way I bend dem corners on dem
Get up early on dem, get dis money on dem
A miracle, a lot I bought on, crib I paid on, thangs I got on
A miracle, fresh crush to diamond ice, place in one price, did
it for one night
A miracle, I don't lived da high life
Shined in high lights, did it with gun fights
A miracle, nigga it was hell we came in
Money didn't come in, hell we went in
A miracle, no time lyin homie
Time for crime homie, time for dyin homie
Chorus(2x)
Rick Ross： its truly a miracle, dat boy still a live
Cuz I was sellin bo in '95
Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high
Crackers tryin to give me time, and we aint talkin 5
Niggaz talk fly so dat pistol by my side
My baby mama f＊＊kin, all my homies on da sly
I see all through da corner of nigga eyes
So I keep my shades on, and my face up at da sky
Pistons get da power, snitchin is for cowards
I got plasmas in da shower, and my bitches snortin powder
I'm a g, my life a movie, I got rubber uzzi's in my jacuzzi
They think I'm biggie, I'm bumpin juicey wit several grouppies
I got beamers and business, bitch they all on duces
I got da pruduct, and when ya drop it, it neva loses
Da prey get prayed on, killers get prayed for
It dis a dream, I pray I neva wake up
Chorus(2x)
13.Six 12's
Lyricist：Jeremy Varnard Allen, Webster Gradney
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den
Shakin' niggas walls when I put it past 10
G-shit, I ain't even gotta rap in 'em
I like to play tha songs with a lotta slap in 'em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me why I like it loud like this
I got the by 9s cross the back and I bet
You neva seen a nigga with tha pound like this
I ride by the club and e'vry body get loose
The hoes get to tootin', all the niggas get to bootin'
Don't nobody try me, know I'm quick to get to shootin'
I'm known around town as the lit nigga with the music
And I'm doin' all good and the cake not bad
I ain't lyin' if I tried I could break my glass
The police pull me over and they raid my cash
Man they be wishin' they could take my ass
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got a lotta people wanna steal my shit
I got six 12's you can hear my shit
Man, I really be trunken, man, I really be beatin'
You can hear when I'm comin', you can hear when I'm leavin'
I got it hooked up the sickest so ain't no since in competin'
Man yo shit is the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakas
And we blowin' and all, I got warrants and all
Done looked down at the phone, I done missed a few calls
Me and boosie was thuggin', ballin' out on the rent
He was tellin' me sumthin' but I couldn't much hear it
'Cause the music was bumpin', I could barely much see 'em
'Cause we was smokin' on sumthin' that we just got from Korea
All the hatas was watchin' as they was checkin' the paint
All the bitches was jockin', they look at us and faint
We done came to the top but niggas thought that we can't
Man this lil' nigga trippin', he done waste all his drank
On my brand new interior you know the leather is mink
But I'm way past straight so that ain't nuthin' to me
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got a lotta people wanna steal my shit
I got six 12's you can hear my shit
Now when I cut it up to 8 you hear that boom, bing, bow, bam
I block around the club, they be like oohh, we got dam
Everybody lookin', tryn to see who I am
Cut that numba 9 on when I play that trill fam
2 supa charged amps with the airconditioner fans
The pipes sound good and the motor is a man
Lil' mama wanna ride but I sorta made plans
I gotta go get my cousin cause he fresh up out the pen
Then I'm goin' scoop Webbie, he goin' park the drop top
Just got my 94 caprice up out tha chop shop
Six pioneers mounted up in a block box
Me and shell buckin' give a fuck if the cops watch
Old jams make then old folkes wanna pop lock
Check me if you want, get yo stupi ass glock popped
Every wipp a nigga ride gotta be top notch
We don't play a song in that bitch if it ain't got knock
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got six 12's
(You can tell)
I got a lotta people wanna steal my shit
I got six 12's you can hear my shit
14.Thuggin'
Lyricist：M. (？) Clark, Webster Gradney, T(？) Hatch, S. Martin, Mac
Knight Vernell Iii
Young savage, Trill Ent, nigga
Webbie, you all ready know
What time it is with me, man
Motherfuckin' gangsta, nigga
For sure turn that bass off, nigga, look
You see me, I'ma G me, you couldn't be me
I make a lot of breezies and make it look easy
My CD cold, my wrist fuckin' freezie
Pay for pussy, no yo, I get too many freebies
The thing full purple shit, I ain't even eatin'
Ol'e skool Chevy, ain't nothin' but a G thing
Webbie, Trill BRC, the industry need me
Your girl wanna fuck me, say she seen me on the TV
Me, Foxx head, Boosie you know how we be
BET was trippin', say we smell like a big tree
Fuck rap beefin', before I put you on my CD
I'll leave yo' ass stinky, fasheezy
Bitch, don't tease me, if you come to my spot is you fuckin'
If you not then you leavin'
Give ya 25 reasons to suck this dick and fuck this click
I'm thuggin' to the end, bitch
I been smokin', I been drinkin' so excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stinkin', you must don't know where I been
hangin'
Gotta get all of this money, only thing that I've been thinkin'
I know one day God gon' take me, when He take me, He gon' take
me
I been smokin', I been drinkin' so excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stinkin', you must don't know where I been
hangin'
Gotta get all of this money, only thing that I've been thinkin'
I know one day God gon' take me, when He take me, He gon' take
me
Nigga, know I'm thuggin' and I love it put a nigga in a pamper
Probably saw me on the channel with a all black bandanna
With dem chargers behind us niggas, know we all be shinin'
Ask Miss Connie or my granny she gon' look at cha crazy
Gotta feed my babies so I whip it, whip it over the stove
I got my mask 'cause I'm whippin' 50
Choppas flyin' in that bottom and you be get it
I'm bustin' four niggas head
Behind my fuckin' bitches waitin' on dem otha niggaz
Hotboyz got four four's to the Stopboyz
A middle finger to the cop cars, outlaws
Fifty thousand on my necklace when I come from Texas
Fresh off the line, then I dress and on my whip sexy
Well connected, I fuck with niggaz well respected
Who beasts' in their section, known for teachin' niggas lesson
I'm real I want change, I'm thugged out til my casket close
VIP, I'm gettin' head from the ratchet hoes
I been smokin', I been drinkin' so excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stinkin', you must don't know where I been
hangin'
Gotta get all of this money, only thing that I've been thinkin'
I know one day God gon' take me, when He take me, He gon' take
me
I been smokin', I been drinkin' so excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stinkin', you must don't know where I been
hangin'
Gotta get all of this money, only thing that I've been thinkin'
I know one day God gon' take me, when He take me, He gon' take
me
Trill Fam thugged out, you can kiss me blowin' doe, doe
Do my thing with mouse and shell, then I'm probably in that
photo
Ducked off with cha gal gettin' brain in the four door
If they got big money but I'm aimin' for more doe
Think I'm a stop thuggin' in these streets, that's a no, no
Before you try to knock me, I'ma stop you with that 44
I've thuggin' since a lil bitty, nigga, but I just grew up
Break the rule I got that tool, man don't let them haterz fool
ya
I been smokin', I been drinkin', ain't no tellin' what I'm
holdin'
I don't know where the fuck I'm at but I do know that I'm
rollin'
I be rappin', I be thuggin', if it's beef shit then we bustin'
And anybody could get it, whoa then that's how we comin'
When you rappin' and you rollin', and you jiggin' out the pots
If you thuggin', nigga play it, bust ya shit straight off the
top
Gotta play it how it go, walk how you talk it
Shell bo thuggin', keep it gangsta from tha struggle to tha cost
I been smokin'', I been drinkin' so excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stinkin', you must don't know where I been
hangin'
Gotta get all of this money, only thing that I've been thinkin'
I know one day God gon' take me, when He take me, He gon' take
me
I been smokin', I been drinkin' so excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stinkin', you must don't know where I been
hangin'
Gotta get all of this money, only thing that I've been thinkin'
I know one day God gon' take me, when He take me, He gon' take
me
15.Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money
(verse 1)
woke up from a long night of sex this mornin
brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin
hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin
hit the hood got a bag of that this mornin
know im livin' good all them dog hoes on me
good dope sells all over my phone
know im finna keep it gangsta all over this song
got my hands all over this chrome
nigga act hard all day long mayne f＊＊k that
mayne i'll put it on my chain you wont bust a gat
mayne let me take you to the backyard
different color lacks boy
half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll dont understand
bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit
why is you sayin shit, who is you playin wit
i got a big house, who is you stayin wit
till you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist
(chorus)
ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no money
ya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntin
ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no money
ya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntin
ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no money
ya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntin
ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no money
ya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll just f＊＊kin around
(verse 2)
you saved up yo chips, to buy you a whip
music with the big rims, boy you a trip
if you knew what i was worth boy i bet you would flip
and the majority of these bitches i done already ripped
these hoes rippin off a pimp (what!)
tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist
watch
got a couple niggas up in jail, they aint gettin out
webbie young savage trill fam we aint sittin out
had my wife beater and my braclets and my pants on
bitch i still had 85 grand on
think i aint demonic gettin on then ya damn wrong
play with me, i wouldnt even take a chance on it
bitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone
9 times outta 10 you aint stayin long
devil ass niggas ive been tryin not to stand on em
mayne im hot, mayne ya'll need to turn tha fan on
(chorus)
(verse 3)
we hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin it
we gettin money like we growin it
a lot of hunnid 50 dolla bottles got us pourin it
drankin till im throwin it, i'll see ya'll in the morning
see me put the tag in the window, just soarin it
my hips say i warn ya, my whip say im doin it
all im sayin, man dont complain, i'll ruin it
i'll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in it
bitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute late
album waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffet
and i just got tha new J's, these go good with my new shades
stopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for (？)
straight to the hood to see some new cake
aye that crown will mess with my shake
no matter where you go ima stay in yo place
if you aint gettin no money better stay in your place
grim dont stop then we goin all day
so iced out, it been snowin all day
trill ent and we goin all day
ya'll niggas broke and its all in ya'll face
(chorus)
16.You A Trip
Wassup wassup wassup
Turn it up
Webbie
Trill E-N-T. Young Savage
Just some gangsta shit for the gangstas to ride to
'Damn mane, what you don't fuck with a nigga no mo？ '
Don't even come at me like that!
'Damn nigga, Webbie, where you been at？ '
Out here gettin rich nigga. Fuck out my face.
I'm a fuckin hustler nigga, I ain't got time to be playin nigga,
I'm tryin get it.
(I'm tryin to do somethin.)
Check me out, Look
Now I'mma tell you like a man, I don't owe ya'll shit
And I'm gonna say this shit again,
I don't owe ya'll shit.
But before a nigga had somethin, (shitt)
I ain't have nothin (my kids)
Yeah they still love me (friends)
I had a couple of em
Wasn't nobody fussin, tryin to see what was up
When my shoes was been dusty, with a hole in the front
And I'd get mad at Lil Slugger, he put a hole in the blunt
When my daddy lost the house, moved with grandma for a month
Then that month turned into a year
And I turned strait to them streets
Then my dog gave me that b
I turned the shit to that heat
Them school fights turned to that beef
And we was gon fall for that street
Then my nigga turned to that piece
I ain't seen him since I was 13
I get home and catch my knees
This rap shit was just a dream
Wasn't nobody mad at me tellin me about how I need to come see
em
I ain't have a car, I just need some new rims
Just tell ole boy he just got a new Benz
My daddy used to tell me that I needed some new friends
I guess back then, it just didn't make since
Now come on
Keep it trill
You been knowin me since I was lil
And you ain't even take me serious mane that's why a nigga feel
like (You a Trip!)
How you be trippin (You a Trip!)
I be trippin (You a Trip!)
How I be glistenin (You a Trip!)
It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!)
It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!)
Now don't take it wrong and think I'm trippin cause I'm on
But um really you can go on and leave me the fuck alone (You a
Trip!)
How you be trippin (You a Trip!)
I be trippin (You a Trip!)
How I be glistenin (You a Trip!)
It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!)
It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!)
I had to tell lil nigga from the club
I'm still the same nigga from the mud
So watch how you be runnin up questionin me about stupid stuff
I'm well known from the boot and up
Don't come up to me with that bootin up
Mane how I been movin up
I really hate to have to go and shoot ya up
In just 2000 I was ridin a bus
Show up at school, get expelled, fuck it
I'm out here, If I go to jail, fuck it
Didn't this many people care for me
Now a nigga rich you is there for me
And I owe you this and I owe you that (What？)
You not nothin till you got somethin, everbody love ya
Pops told me that
Niggas ain't shit, life showed me that
They done stole from me
They done hold me back
You round here actin like hoes would act
Tell me how I'm supposed to act
I see yo ass, be yo ass
Comin up, I ain't barely see yo ass
Tryin to be me, be done beat yo ass
Hard head, make a nigga teach yo ass
Tell you the truth, I don't need yo ass
All I really need is my dog fans
And all my people that I feel fam
This big glock 40 and Trill Fam
Ya'll look mad, I'mma steal laugh
Them new Camaros go real fast
They don't come out till '09' already got mine
Man I'm fittin to act a dog now
Now come on
Keep it trill
You been knowin me since I was lil
And you ain't even take me serious mane that's why a nigga feel
like (You a Trip!)
How you be trippin (You a Trip!)
I be trippin (You a Trip!)
How I be glistenin (You a Trip!)
It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!)
It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!)
Now don't take it wrong and think I'm trippin cause I'm on
But um really you can go on and leave me the fuck alone (You a
Trip!)
How you be trippin (You a Trip!)
I be trippin (You a Trip!)
How I be glistenin (You a Trip!)
It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!)
It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!)
Look, Big Head the same nigga till he dead and gone
The same nigga that wasn't allowed in yo home
The same nigga that did that same dirt with that chrome
The same nigga that did them same jokestas all along
Why would I change now
Just because the camera's on
And yo girl got my dick in her camera phone
Mane let me do my thing
I'm in that zone
You hatin cause I'm makin and you dead wrong
Well if you ain't gon kill me,
Ain't no stoppin me
Watch, I get the whole board on Monopoly
Matter fact, fuck ya'll with a apostrophe
That is how you want it
So that is how it gotta be
I probably pop yo ass approximately with 6 slugs
While Turk and Mel buy the judge
You got a grudge but remember I don't give a fuck
Whenever you get mad enough,
Try yo luck!
Now come on
Keep it trill
You been knowin me since I was lil
And you ain't even take me serious mane that's why a nigga feel
like (You a Trip!)
How you be trippin (You a Trip!)
I be trippin (You a Trip!)
How I be glistenin (You a Trip!)
It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!)
It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!)
Now don't take it wrong and think I'm trippin cause I'm on
But um really you can go on and leave me the fuck alone (You a
Trip!)
How you be trippin (You a Trip!)
I be trippin (You a Trip!)
How I be glistenin (You a Trip!)
It's a trip over postiton (You a Trip!)
It's a trip how you miss me (You a Trip!)
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