Trill Over Everything (feat. Killa Kyleon)

Yeah
 Trill over everything, huh?
 Desi's with me
 I was brought up on these PA streets
 Raised off Efectos and Three Patin Suites
 Rest in peace Lil Don and Dee Ray
 They was the hardest to me
 See this trill way of life is part of me like a artery
 And when it comes to, it ain't no bargain
 So to the ones misinformin', here's your fair warning
 We trill over everything
 Nah, for real
 My Cadillac and my chrome rims
 Stitch and tuck and my paint job
 Vogue tires, my neon lights
 Trunk on bang and my shit hard
 Top drop and my trunk pop
 Wood grain and it's all new
 Spruced up and I'm juiced up
 And my deuce chunked when I fall through
 Piece 'n chain and my gold ring
 Rolex and that bezel lit
 I'm G'ed up from the feet up
 When we meet up, you can tell the shit
 You love me, I'm benevolent
 Cross me, it's malevolence
 Your bitch bad, but mine better bitch
 Put a pussy up, we could settle it
 I ride slow and I sit low
 Hat cocked and my gun too
 Wit my Levi's and my Jordan 5's
 White Tee that's how Bun do
 Only roll with one crew
 One side, one town
 That's PA, and that's all day
 Sun up 'til it's sun down
 Pimp City, Bun Town
 Live for it and die too
 Don't disrespect when I slide through
 Or them trill niggas'll slide you
 I'm from the south, I'm a southern nigga
 Corn bread in the oven nigga
 Big woman give me lovin' cousin
 You can hate it or love it nigga
 Either you about it or you not
 It's trill over everything
 Some shit you can never change
 Bitch I came up underground to the top
 With diamonds against the wood grain
 Word to the candy frame
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 Yeah it's big Bun, I'm forever trill
 O.G. getting better still
 Coming down, candy red Deville
 Can't break me off nigga, bet a mil'
 Don't try me hoe, you already know
 If you ever think about approaching me
 I'm self-made, self-paid
 Now nigga say he was coaching me
 And I don't know what they told you
 But fuck with me and I'll fold you
 I'm not the one, neither hands or gun
 Step to Bun, that's a bold move
 I'm cold nigga, picky the pole nigga
 I'm the equivalent, I'll hurt your soul nigga
 Them lies that you told nigga
 I'm really livin' the ignorance
 Straight up out of them backwoods
 Deep south, dirt roads
 Trill niggas that'll hurt hoes
 Play pussy, get your skirt rolled
 Now you exposed and it's plain as day
 That's the price of them games you played
 All them lies is about to rise
 Is some shit you just can't explain, no way
 Rep-Representing that south nigga
 Gold teeth in my mouth nigga
 Pray to God, but I'll pull your guard slow
 Make me run up in yo house nigga
 I'm a man, you a mouse nigga
 Make it rain 'til you doused nigga
 Clean as fuck, you a louse nigga
 I'm carnivore, watch me pounce nigga
 Either you about it or you not
 It's trill over everything
 Some shit you can never change
 Bitch I came up underground to the top
 With diamonds against the wood grain
 Word to the candy frame
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 (Check One Two, what it do?
 This shit right, let's go)
 This H-Town where the Prince king
 Pop my truck and let the lip sync
 Talkin' about ejaculate a clipse scene
 Get the metal to your mouth like a lip ring
 Got even 'cause I beat the odds
 No hand you dig from the beach abroad
 Lookin' for super head, I'm Columbus shore
 From the glass to the floor when I stomp the yard
 Minty blue, Ben Frank just to paint the door
 Sittin' on vogue like a toilet seat
 H-Town nigga, where the Georgia beach?
 Pockets on fed, but I hardly eat
 Ain't 'bout money, then I hardly speak
 Still sell chicken, but avoid the beef
 Bang, bang, bang, where the Ruger piece?
 Bringin' to your door like Uber Eats
 King not born, I am the man
 AT&T nigga, I'm in demand
 CIC nigga, I'm in command
 Barack, no drummer, go rollie on my hand
 Pick the same braids with her brick gold
 She a green light, yeah your bitch gold
 Won your hole moments where the dick go
 Keep it one hundred, you a miss-roll
 I'm 6 feet, starin' at my sack
 I'm 6-4, sweet Jane Jones
 I'm Pimp C, church on Sunday
 Only a bitch roll, sippin' on oil
 No Crisco, smokin' on gas
 I'd Frisco, burner on debt
 But I move nigga, quicker than diarrhea
 Let the shit go
 (Brrah!)
 Either you about it or you not
 It's trill over everything
 Some shit you can never change
 Bitch I came up underground to the top
 With diamonds against the wood grain
 Word to the candy frame
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 It's all trill, fuck how they feel
 That's how it is
 Trill, trill, trill, trill, trill, trill, trill...