Fake Trill lyrics

[Verse 1: Michael da Vinci]
The no stoner, has a boner, I need head and some sex
Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite Homer, dream 'bout booze and some tits
Speak 'bout b*tches less than often cause they lie for the di*k
Thus an evil of a creature, who plays games on a git
I sit lonely in my Honda, behind darkest of tint
Smoke a woodtip for my problems and give Brandy a sip
Get confided in the voice, spill my feelings and sh*t
Breaking codes and regulations, not a pimp nor a simp
Give me things that make me happy, cause the bottom I hit
f*ck a bowl, give me love, f*ck your words, give me drugs Promethazine, a nice to meet you, you made b*tch n*ggas all seem to
Misuse the words of trill, hold the gun so they real
'til their face in the reel, watch a real n*gga squeal
When the piglets peal, the tabs off of your grill
Yeah you chirping, pleading deals with your faggot ass

[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]
Been sipping on this, stop telling me, start to get sober
Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly, I would do anything just to get over
So I drank sometimes, then I paint these rhymes, pardon me, I'm antsy
Why? My heart quite nervous, '95 I'm swerving, then I hit them curbs
No then boys ain't working, f*ck a black Suburban, commissary purchase
My daddy calls, I barely answer, f*ck parental curses
I spit too many verses, I know you f*cking heard 'em
So why you leave them voicemails that you know gone hurt me
Tired of rapping that real sh*t, if nobody gone feel this
I could be gripping that steel sh*t, you too busy to deal with
It's like, they told me all the time "You got the gift of the gab"
Finally n*ggas is listening, yeah, then I just start with this missing my dad
[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]
Damn, so like when... you gone quit? You trill now, huh?
You cool, huh? You real? You real, that's what's popular, huh?
That's cool, you UGK for life, huh? Boy Stop