Trillness

Ladies and gentlemen

Live from the underground

Preaching from the gospel of Pimp and Bun

From the land of the trill

House of Killas Records presents

Blue

Give him a hand y'all

Give it up for blue

I'm just a young trill pimp from around the way

Getting pussy from these bitches every motherfucking day

What else can I say I likes to get high

In my Cadillac biarritz with your sister by my side

My hands between her thighs with tulips planted on my dick

She didn't choke on my seed and she didn't even spit

I dropped the bitch off then hit the plug for a reup

I'm married to the game but she made me sign a prenup

Salty like a peanut cause I think she fell in love

I don't love em I just fuck em set them free like a dove

They push and they shove just to try out for the team

I don't fuck with minors she needs to be over 18

I got a Johnny Dang watch and a white Cadillac

The fitted Astros cap with the shoes to match

If you rocking a pinky ring and working wood wheel

Speak up like a pimp bitch and tell me how you feel

Tell me how you feel when you see a pimp shine

Get you full of that wine and then slide up from behind

I'm a come and go but my trillness will remain

Straight from the house of Killas bitch you know my name

Tell me how you feel when you see a pimp shine

Get you full of that wine and then slide up from behind

I'm a come and go but my trillness will remain

Straight from the house of Killas bitch you know my name

Naturally I have to be dead serious since I call the shots

Although I tend to clown around a lot I get lost in my thoughts

The situation I'm facing ain't open to interpretation

By the way I'm bound by blood with my determination

Be easy when you see me with your baby momma by my side

She's nothing but the right accessory for me tonight

Keep bumping your gums and I'm a give you something to bump about

Hit em square in his mouth and tell him welcome to the south

Never let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

Be accountable and man up handle up on the bag

I learned a lot on those Port Arthur streets with my padna LV

Hanging out in Carver Terrace where them trill killas be

Roll a 50 box of swishas sipping syrup in my cup

Swangin under them city lights jammin Screw and popping trunk

Bitch you better recognize a trill OG

Straight from the underground it's the B-L-U-E

Tell me how you feel when you see a pimp shine

Get you full of that wine and then slide up from behind

I'm a come and go but my trillness will remain

Straight from the house of Killas bitch you know my name

Tell me how you feel when you see a pimp shine

Get you full of that wine and then slide up from behind

I'm a come and go but my trillness will remain

Straight from the house of Killas bitch you know my name

Tell me how you feel when you see a pimp shine

Tell me how you feel when you see a pimp shine