Thrill BG Songtext
von B.G.
Thrill BG Songtext
Pop pop! There it is motherfucker, 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 'til you gon' get it nigga, yeah
Live by the trigger, don′t fuck with me Lil′ Gangsta D the money maker
I'm packing fool, I′m coming at ya
But when I fire niggas gon' feel me
You gon′ wanna kill me, huh 'cause I′m a Trill B.G
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
We some trill B.G.′z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon′ split your wig
Trill niggas
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
Nigga you can′t deal with a B.G that's real
I pop a clip in my gun and make you feel, a flash from a nine Glock steel
I′m living the life of a villain that is
I'm 'bout to kill it down and nigga straight handle my biz′
A lil′ nigga up on the street straight hustling and 'bout having thangs
Gotta make that money mane and ain′t no nigga messing my game
Not about that baby, bet I make it ain't ′bout that drama
A 12 year old a young B.G spin round ya Baby mama
I write my own, I ain't gettin′ off no other nigga
Gun on my arm gotta watch my back finger always on the trigga
Nigga try to creep I gotta Mag, nothing to worry 'bout
But I'm from the South pop in the clips ′round back and take you out
So nigga 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 nigga, I′m on the real seat
A gangsta fire young villain Trill B.G
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
We some Trill B.G.′z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon′ split your wig
Check it I'm Trizz-nill, Rizz-ael
Down to Kizz-nill, Pizz-nell I pack Stizz-neel so you will fizz-nell
The noise I′m bringing nigga
I'm the one that′s loading gun after gun
And smoke blunt after blunt, and nigga you will get plucked if you stunt
I already told you I'm Trill
I slang my crack this ki′ for three stacks a knot
You try to play you get popped, from my nine Glock
You don't ride because I'm down with a hard mob
And no respect get dug from a bitch slanging thug
I′m as Trill as they come me and Lil′ D straight packin'
Yes we young and co-magging if the niggas start jackin′
Young and don't give a fuck
Them hoes gonna feel me
I′m a gangsta ass nigga and a Trill B.G
We some Trill B.G.'z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon′ split your wig
We some Trill B.G.'z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
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 gate from the side, Poo Poo! You′re 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 niggas have it
It's a habit that a nigga like Lil Wayne is trigger happy
A gangsta could never be caught slippin′
Nigga must be trippin'
I'ma pop the clip in
Nigga I′ma do ya, I′ma have to spook ya
Gotta 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 niggas to raise up off my sizz-et
You better step bizz-ack
Talkin′ all that yak-yak
I'ma have to get my gizz-at
I′m on the real nigga, you know the deal seat
A gangsta fire young nigga Trill B.G
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 'til you gon' get it nigga, yeah
Live by the trigger, don′t fuck with me Lil′ Gangsta D the money maker
I'm packing fool, I′m coming at ya
But when I fire niggas gon' feel me
You gon′ wanna kill me, huh 'cause I′m a Trill B.G
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
We some trill B.G.′z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon′ split your wig
Trill niggas
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
Nigga you can′t deal with a B.G that's real
I pop a clip in my gun and make you feel, a flash from a nine Glock steel
I′m living the life of a villain that is
I'm 'bout to kill it down and nigga straight handle my biz′
A lil′ nigga up on the street straight hustling and 'bout having thangs
Gotta make that money mane and ain′t no nigga messing my game
Not about that baby, bet I make it ain't ′bout that drama
A 12 year old a young B.G spin round ya Baby mama
I write my own, I ain't gettin′ off no other nigga
Gun on my arm gotta watch my back finger always on the trigga
Nigga try to creep I gotta Mag, nothing to worry 'bout
But I'm from the South pop in the clips ′round back and take you out
So nigga 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 nigga, I′m on the real seat
A gangsta fire young villain Trill B.G
We some trill B.G.'z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
We some Trill B.G.′z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon′ split your wig
Check it I'm Trizz-nill, Rizz-ael
Down to Kizz-nill, Pizz-nell I pack Stizz-neel so you will fizz-nell
The noise I′m bringing nigga
I'm the one that′s loading gun after gun
And smoke blunt after blunt, and nigga you will get plucked if you stunt
I already told you I'm Trill
I slang my crack this ki′ for three stacks a knot
You try to play you get popped, from my nine Glock
You don't ride because I'm down with a hard mob
And no respect get dug from a bitch slanging thug
I′m as Trill as they come me and Lil′ D straight packin'
Yes we young and co-magging if the niggas start jackin′
Young and don't give a fuck
Them hoes gonna feel me
I′m a gangsta ass nigga and a Trill B.G
We some Trill B.G.'z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon′ split your wig
We some Trill B.G.'z, always on our shit
And if you slip and cross our path, we gon' split your wig
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 gate from the side, Poo Poo! You′re 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 niggas have it
It's a habit that a nigga like Lil Wayne is trigger happy
A gangsta could never be caught slippin′
Nigga must be trippin'
I'ma pop the clip in
Nigga I′ma do ya, I′ma have to spook ya
Gotta 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 niggas to raise up off my sizz-et
You better step bizz-ack
Talkin′ all that yak-yak
I'ma have to get my gizz-at
I′m on the real nigga, you know the deal seat
A gangsta fire young nigga Trill B.G
Writer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Byron O Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com