Trill Over Everything

[Intro: Pimp C] Yeah Trill over everything, huh? That's easy with me I was brought up on these PA streets Raised off Efectos and three for ten 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 warnin' We trill over everything Nah, for real [Verse 1: Bun B] 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, woodgrain 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 Levis and my Jordan 5s, 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 the 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 [Pre-Chorus: Bun B] Either you about it or you not It’s trill over everything Some shit you could never change Bitch, I came up underground to the top With diamonds against the woodgrain Word to the candy frame [Chorus: Bun B] (I'm the king of the trill) 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 (I'm the king of the trill) 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 (I'm the king of the trill) [Verse 2: Bun B] Yeah, it's big Bun, I’m forever trill, O.G. gettin' better still Comin' 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 approachin' me I’m self-made, self-paid, can't no nigga say he was coachin' 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, pick either 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 rosed Now you exposed and it’s plain as day, that’s the price of them games you play All them lies is about to rise, it's some shit you just can’t explain away Rep-Representin' that south, nigga, gold teeth in my mouth, nigga Pray to God, but I’ll pull your card, so don't 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 [Pre-Chorus: Bun B] Either you about it or you not It’s trill over everything Some shit you could never change Bitch, I came up underground to the top With diamonds against the woodgrain Word to the candy frame [Chorus: Bun B] (I'm the king of the trill) 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 (I'm the king of the trill) 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 (I'm the king of the trill) [Interlude: Killa Kyleon] Yeah Check, one, two, what it do? They say run this shit, let's go [Verse 3: Killa Kyleon] This H-Town where the Prince king, pop my trunk and let the lip sing Talkin’ about [?] let the clip sing, get the metal to your mouth like a lip ring Got even ‘cause I beat the odds, no hands, just dick when I beat your broad Lookin’ for a super head on Columbus shore, from the glass to the floor when I stomp the yard Fifty blue Ben Franks just to paint the toy, sittin’ on Vogues like a toilet seat H-Town nigga, with a Georgia peach, pockets on fat, but I hardly eat Ain’t ‘bout money, then I hardly speak, still sell chicken, but avoid the beef Bang, bang, bang, wit' a Ruger piece, bring it to your door like Uber Eats King not 'Bron, nigga, I am the man AT&T, nigga, I’m in demand CIC, nigga, I’m in command Barrack, no drummer, gold Rollie on my hand Paid the same price with the brick go She a green light, yeah, your bitch go On your hoe molars where the dick go Keep it one hundred, you a misroll I’m 6 feet, standin’ on my sack, I’m 6-4 Sweet James Jones, I’m Pimp C Church on Sunday, on ya bitch row Sippin’ on oil, no Crisco Smokin’ on gas, out in Frisco Burner on deck when I move nigga Quick as diarrhea, let the shit go (Brrah!) [Pre-Chorus: Bun B] Either you about it or you not It’s trill over everything Some shit you could never change Bitch, I came up underground to the top With diamonds against the woodgrain Word to the candy frame [Chorus: Bun B] (I'm the king of the trill) 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 (I'm the king of the trill) 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 (I'm the king of the trill)