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trillselda 2 - bun b & statik selektah lyrics

[intro: bun b]
trillstatik 4
this is that real sh*t
why not?
statik selektah

[verse 1: bun b & westside gunn]
listen, i’m not a threat, boy, i’m a promise walkin’
i’m on that type of time that’s bound to keep your mama’s talkin’
’bout what she probably should’ve done better
’cause she travelled when her baby daddy’s life was summed up with one letter
that’s the ill you gon’ be takin’ when you play yourself
when them shooters pray you with that k, it’s gon’ delay your health
you pump your brakes up, they gon’ pump your chest with cpr
starin’ at the stars, you see what type of g we are
i rep off, that should tell you why you need to know
likе how to cook, who to shoot, and where to stick the needlе, ho’
not playin’ games with you, f*ck n*ggas are feeble foes
end up in my bas*m*nt, gettin’ worked over with needle nose
pliers, so f*ck the liars, and they daddy too
don’t make them gladiators smash your ass, like my panties do
i’m in the caddy with the windows down
and trill og, i’m ten toes down, don’t f*ck around, n*gga (ayo)

[verse 2: westside gunn]
gave my shooter three*thou, that n*gga died today (died today, brr)
i had the scars, wore a celine mask, i had to hide my face (hide my face)
ayo, live from h*town, a.k.a. yay*town
get a brick, make six figures off and break down (ah)
hit a l!ck, had the evidence on a grey hound
shootouts and silences, you ain’t hear a sound
versace, these ain’t out yet (out yet, uh*uh)
the triple beam, that’s my house pet (my house pet, ah)
bag of quarter*ounces on, tom ford couches and house
got your baby mom sharin’ porter houses (woo)
trillselda, like motherf*ckin’ helter skelter (ah)
i dropped a fishscale above her, like al (whip)
i got the intel, you leavin’ ’round three (uh*huh)
come back by the left
i’ll be in your bushes, black eleven, pattin’ levers
all*black marni jacket, black mac*11 (brr)
motherf*cker, i’m a legend (brr)
louis threw up on me and severed it
anybody can get it, they even shot the president (boom, boom, boom)
night*rock my rollie, just ’cause the, uh, president (ah)
super flygod, i put respect out on justices
[verse 3: conway the machine]
catch him at the light, shooter on sight (brr)
shooter on sight, shooter on sight
we spin, the same night, we take life
we take life, we take life
sold a white girl, sold boy too
fiends knocked, get a free stamp and a toy too
shoutout my n*gga maxo kream, i got the boy’s glue
my b*tch bad, like megan, p*ssy moist too (talk to ’em)
stone k!llers, chrome bl!ckers in the chrone bridges
i don’t f*ck with those n*ggas, they burned they own bridges
my white boy cookin’ meth, no chemist
cream cologne, and this louis i got on vintage
was blowin’ riches on vs stone riches
had those b*tches blowin’ kisses, got it from the stove, n*gga
my old business, sellin’ sh*t that had your nose drippin’
long nose, hold twenty*three down and old pimpin’
yeah, we doin’ deals, gettin’ real meals
but don’t get it twisted, for real, we’ll still k!ll
y’all be poppin’ percs and actually on a pill thrill
we put beef in a box, like a trill meal

[verse 4: boldy james]
bossin’ out that t*rex like the red ranger
chuckston from bps, but dedee, she a head banger
real lazer, bought it on my street, get your dreads tapered
the switch’ll have you in the county on the fed wave
and how you starin’ down the barrel of this lead chamber
used to be gang, now he just another dead ganger
this ain’t the life i want for mine, this sh*t got to change
tryin’ to teach my seed, it’s more to life than just some diamond chain
exotic strains in my back, he playin’ james patty
dropped down in the ninth, not bad for an eighth*grade grab
my b.m. know that that b.d. ain’t know nothin’ with me
all of her kids fathers, i’m her favorite baby daddy
’cause i’m the realest, richest, littest, and the most vicious
half a ticket, rolls royce, d*mn, sat it on some sixes
frog eyes on the coupe, look like a tadpole
say you d*mn near full off a half*empty glass bowl
take a pic’, it’ll last longer than your last post
six*hundred g’s in one fl!ck, i’ve been in flash mode
servin’ patek, same way that i embrace the plug
i laughed in the face of death, but scared to face the judge (griselda)

- bun b statik selektah lyrics

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