Текст песни Fake Trill - Kurr-Is

Man I need a new ad lib
What about
I already got huh
I got ugh
What about this one Ayeee

Back to the business
I'm done with the chilling
I'm back on my ignorance
They dumping their clipping
Get caught with glizzy
Get sprayed like ceiling
My auto my semi
My auto my hol' up
Shooters gon shoot out the roof
Smoke your chimney and take your red nose
Pull off in that Bentley
Sipping on Merlot
Drinking that henny
She only like fenty
Her pockets stay empty Aye
I stay with the heat please don't tempt me Aye
I know we ain't let past dude off gently Aye
He was the example put it simply
They want war we got guns and we got plenty

A shot with no chaser
They dumping out magazines like it was fader
It's a cold summer they pull up in layers
Air out the block like you in Himalayas
Pour salt on them wounds go out with goons
Don't hate the player
Hate the system that told you to be gangster

Real Trill are the ones that have too hustle on the block just to grab food
Win while I'm tryna make the grad route
Chess game he never had moves
Texas Trill you cant imitate from the Bun Bs and the UGK
To the Paul Walls and the Mick Jones,
They ain't want me then now I'm putting on
Everywhere we gone going strong with bad one that'll play along
Add on like your favorite song to a list of bangers that could do no wrong
Texas Trill pull up stunting
The market be the only thing that be bussing
I ain't gon say we don't pop truck but if we do its probably for the spark plugs
The game saturated with smart thugs mixedwith a lotta pretenders
That grew up in suburbs with gram pictures holding middle fingers
Only time you get to act hard with both parents on a stable job
Feeling like Clarence saying free my dogs
When he locked up for a ticket charge
DPS tryna make you lost
Need a GPS do you feel at large
You PBS kidding on the squad
On your PM

Ah man I'm just playing man
Aye I'm just kidding
But that fake trill gotta go