Thrill B’G lyrics

[Verse 1: B.G. (Lil Doogie)]
Pop pop! There it is mothaf*cka, let 'em know what's happenin', I'm down with that VL, a Baby Gangsta that's packin'
Don't mind dying, I got them flippers them cluckers, could never be a busta, a 14 year old hustler, Living that gangsta life
I'm very true to the dope game, could never be lame, still packin' that iron ain't a damn thing change, run up die family cry, you're gone
"Bye Bye" Number X-Y, it's said and done so I won but Yo, in the 3rd I get Fun, Life is short so crazy, You cross my path I feel sorry
It's gonna be short till you gon get it n*gga (Yeah), Live by the trigger, don't f*ck with me lil' Gangsta D the money maker, I'm packing fool
I'm coming at ya...But when I fire n*ggas gon feel me...You gon' wanna kill me (Huh) cause imma Trill B.G

[Chorus: B.G.]
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our sh*t and if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our sh*t and if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne (Baby D)]
Trill n*ggas: We baby gangstas, we pull the trigga, and then we shank you, no prankster, no busters, I get my gat and then I buck ya, So follow me now and you will be killed, I'm labeled as a baby gangster cause of the fact that I'm Trill, n*gga you can't deal with a BG thats real, I pop a clip in my gun and make you feel, a flash from a 9 Glock steel, I'm living the life of a villain that is, I'm bout to kill it down and n*gga straight Handle my biz', a lil n*gga up on the street straight hustling and bout having thangs, gotta make that money mane and ain't no n*gga messing my game, not about that baby, bet I make it ain't bout that drama a 12 year old a young BG spin round ya Baby Momma, I write my own - I ain't gettin' off no other n*gga, Gun on my arm gotta watch my back finger always on the trigga, n*gga try to creep I gotta Mag, nothing to worry bout', But im from the South pop in the clips round back and take you out, So n*gga before you step you better start to thinkin'...I might be small and all but big enough to leave you stanking, I'm bout' to break you off - and then some, my mission ain't finished til' I end this making sure it's done, You know the deal n*gga, I'm on the real seat, A gangsta fire young villain Trill B.G

[Chorus: B.G.]
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our sh*t and if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our sh*t and if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig

[Verse 3: B.G.]
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I'm Trizz-nill (Trill), Rizz-ael (Real), Down to Kizz-nill (Kill), Pizz-nell (Pistol), I pack Stizz-neel (Steel) So you will Fizz-nell (Feel), The noise I'm bringing n*gga, I'm the one that's loading gun after gun, and smoke blunt after blunt, and n*gga you will get plucked if you stunt, I already told you I'm Trill I slang my crack this ki' for 3 stacks a knot, you try to play you get popped, from my 9 Glock you don't ride because I'm down with a hard mob, and no respect get dug from a b*tch slanging thug, I'm as trill as they come me and Lil D straight packin' yes we young and co-magging if the n*ggas start jackin', Young and don't give a f*ck - Them hoes gonna feel me, I'm gangsta ass n*gga and a trill B.G

[Chorus: B.G.]
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our sh*t and if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our sh*t and if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
D, real hustler, True true thug ain't got no time for no busta, that will get plugged with the A to the K, got it aimed at your dome pull that gat from the side (Poo Poo!) Your gone, people say I'm wrong for doing what I did, but they just don't know I had to handle my Biz', A eagle street villain I'm letting you n*ggas have it - It's a habit that a n*gga like Lil Wayne is trigger happy, A gangsta could never be caught slippin', n*gga must be trippin' Imma pop the clip in, n*gga Imma do ya, I'ma have to spook ya, Gotsta let you know when your in the game how it goes, now let me run it to you pranksters In this way: A baby gangsta for life tellin' you n*ggas to raise...up off my sizz-et (Set), you better step bizz-ack (Back), talkin' all that yak-yak Imma have to get my Gizz-at (Gat), I'm on the real n*gga, you know the deal seat, A gangsta fire young n*gga trill B.G