Trillanation lyrics

[Verse 1: Xavier Wulf]
Now, Pimp C
Was a trilla, realer G
And I be's how I be's
Won't be easy f*cking up me
H-Town f*ck with me
Shout out to my Uncle D
A real Greenspoint G, and my Auntie Jenny P
Posted outside in the streets
And it's still f*ck the police
n*ggas can try to run up and get beat
I'ma cut em and tell the boy to shut up
Before I pick up so I kill him
My n*gga I'm rid of the feelin you feelin is 'cause it's yo endin'
I'm clippin' and dippin'
The syrup I'm sipping got many editions
Get so f*cked up they tell me I'm trippin
I be high and n*gga don't ask me why
I just like to f*ck the sky
And get some head while I ride
I'ma ride, I'ma ride
Blessings 40's with my guys
The success is no surprise
n*gga hustle for your pride
Keep your head out of her thighs and stack up your paper right
I'm honking when I'm outside, b*tch hurry or I'm gon slide
I'm leaving yo ass alright, I'm pulling off laughing
Just as soon as she put all the gas in
My gold teeth in my mouth and they flashin'
[Verse 2: Amber London]
Everything so slow, though f*ck a photo
I'm leanin in a four door hoe
Tell a n*gga keep door closed for Loco
Blow smoke til he can't go no mo'
That's how I'm feeling I be that b*tch willin' that whip and sh*t
b*tch I be chilling. we smoking choking and sippin that sh*t
Coolin' with my locs sitting back spitting hella dope
All I rock is gold black rag with the yellow rope
R.I.P. Pimp C, Big Moe, Fat Pat, fat rat with the cheese
Bam Bam give me 50 feet
Amber London no hoe n*gga, f*ck you I'm no gold digga
I show n*ggas how to pimp hoes get a pretty b*tch that blow swishas
I roll with ya, get the picture, 59 you see the plates
I'm Texas-made, my grill gon' shine
That's diamonds all up in your face
We smoke that weed and gin
You f*ck with me you can't be pretend
My b*tches they get high 'cause they don't know which day gon' be the end
I keep it trill, I'm a thug b*tch, no love for these weak hoes
But this one for my thug n*ggas who love to f*ck with the freak shows, keep it g tho
My n*gga