I’m Ill lyrics

[Intro]
Dree the drummer
Damn all that gang sh*t
Yeah, we're on that gang sh*t
Ha, you heard
This sh*t get real

[Pre-Chorus: Fat Trel]
Say you wanna work one, flirt one
Put it up a skirt one
Put em in the dirt one
Hit it where it hurt
Young n*gga wish you work
This sh*t get real

[Chorus 1: Fat Trel]
Say she wanna f*ck in the back of the truck
While I roll me a blunt with the window rolled up
With my finger in her butt and a cup
Finna pop me a pill

[Chorus 2: Fat Trel]
Lets do it trill
I met a sl*t, I touched her butt, I copped a feel (I copped a feel)
My b*tch be worried cause I’m always in the field (I’m in the field)
I'm never worried cause I always got the steal (I got the steal)
I don’t give a f*ck, he don’t give a f*ck
She don’t give a f*ck, we don’t give a f*ck
b*tch walked up like roll up
Turn around tell that b*tch hold up

Bumpin that 56 nights
On the molly up 56 nights
Airpot five-fiftysix flights
And n*gga had to f*ck 56 dikes

Drop a bell on the scale, that work (that work)
Damn well you could tell I'm perfect (I'm perfect)
n*gga sell no chick then church it
Gotta pack like n*gga got verses

Got lean like a n*gga got water
Got a migo b*tch from the border
Got a team and I got Jordan's
Damn I would’ve f*cked your daughter (mawh)

[x2]
n*gga I don’t give a f*ck, n*gga whats up
n*gga die right now, n*gga good luck
I’m the only n*gga, hold up hood up
We could f*ck right now, b*tch what's up
[Pre-Hook]
Say you wanna work one, flirt one
Put it up a skirt one
Put em in the dirt one
Hit it where it hurt
Young n*gga wish you work
This sh*t get real

[Hook]
Say she wanna f*ck in the back of the truck
While I roll me a blunt with the window rolled up
With my finger in her butt and a cup
Finna pop me a pill

[Chorus]
Lets do it trill
I met a sl*t, I touched her butt, I copped a feel (I copped a feel)
My b*tch be worried cause I’m always in the field (I’m in the field)
I'm never worried cause I always got the steal (I got the steal)

[Boosa]
Pulled up n*gga no slowed up
n*gga paid mine, get burnt up
Higher than the b*tch, no low fare
Even though I got sh*t real, no joking
I dont f*ck with n*ggas, if a n*gga ain't real
b*tch pulling up finna cop me a feel
I ain't with the talk, when I got that steal
Posting on my block, I get it how I live
Got 60 bank cuz I got two kids
I ain't gunna stop till I set a couple mil
Couple real n*ggas, bad b*tches in the feel
f*ck the police cuz I only shoot to kill
Even in jail, come up with a pill
f*ck the police cuz I only shoot to kill
Even in jail, come up with a pill
Let n*ggas know this sh*t for real
This sh*t for real
For all my n*ggas in the feel (We in the feel)
We pop a pill
We cop a feel, f*ck your b*tch
Thats how I feel

[Pre-Hook]
Say you wanna work one, flirt one
Put it up a skirt one
Put em in the dirt one
Hit it where it hurt
Young n*gga wish you work
This sh*t get real

[Hook]
Say she wanna f*ck in the back of the truck
While I roll me a blunt with the window rolled up
With my finger in her butt and a cup
Finna pop me a pill

[Chorus]
Lets do it trill
I met a sl*t, I touched her butt, I copped a feel (I copped a feel)
My b*tch be worried cause I’m always in the field (I’m in the field)
I'm never worried cause I always got the steal (I got the steal)

Thats how I feel