Ain't Leavin' Trill

I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas that's a hundred

You already know the story, some lil' niggas owe me money

I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny

I left them niggas alone 'cause I felt the jack was coming

I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin' down the strip

They be on me like I'm TIP, I'll chill, then I'll dip

Up above to the club, and Manhattan see what's crackin'

Girl will lick me like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing

Me and boo from Baton Rouge get that big raggedy we be stackin'

When you packing them big rugers put you losers on a platter

Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telly

Watching belly shooting dice and bettin' thousand on the seven

Seen R. Kelly in Chicago, fuck it, Yo showed me the club

We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love

Ain't no telling where we goin' and it don't matter where we was

Mayne, I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because

How many records you sold? I won't with you when you drove

So I don't know how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill

I know you niggas hos, y'all be talking to them folks

Y'all be creepin' in that road, I'ma get you outta here

Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove

So I don't know how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill

I know you niggas hos, y'all be talking to them folks

Y'all be creepin' in that road, I'ma get you outta here

I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the youngin

You don't know how I'm coming, ho, look let a nigga run it

I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe

It's a southside thing from Jimmy Lou, the illest shoe

I know my trill fam niggas, they gon' ride for me (ride for me)

And all them ones who ain't convicted, oh, they take five for me (take five for me)

We fucking bad bitches, don't fuck with them sad bitches

Don't like lil' bitty hos, we fucking with the phat bitches

Ain't no lil' lenty hos, I mean my knot be way fatter

And if you play with me, you hear that ratta, tatta, tatta

We cut up and and we show out from Bentleys to Phantoms

A nigga a punk, a bitch, we stamp 'em

We shining on them, yeah, we grimmy like a motherfucker

Climbing on them, yeah, we grinding like a motherfucker

Drink yo' hard liqour, I'ma sip my cold cup

You can be from outta town, I'ma make you put them fours up

How many records you sold? I won't with you when you drove

So I don't know how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill

I know you niggas hos, y'all be talking to them folks

Y'all be creepin' in that road, I'ma get you outta here

Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove

So I don't know how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill

I know you niggas hos, y'all be talking to them folks

Y'all be creepin' in that road, I'ma get you outta here