Fake Trill

The no stoner, has a boner I need head and some sex Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite Homer Dream 'bout booze and some tit's Speak 'bout bitches less than often cause They lie for the dick Thus an evil of a creature Who plays games on a git I sit lonely in my Honda Behind darkest of tint Smoke a woodtip for my problems And give Brandy a sip Get confided in the voice Spill my feelings and shit Breaking codes and regulations Not a pimp nor a simp Give me things that make me happy Cause the bottom I hit F*ck a bowl, give me love, f*ck your words Give Me drugs Promethazine, a nice to meet you You made bitch niggas all seem to Misuse the words of trill Hold the gun so they real 'til their face in the reel Watch a real nigga squeal When the piglets peal The tabs off of your grill Yeah you chirping Pleading deals with your faggot ass Been sipping on this, stop telling me Start to get sober Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly I would do anything just to get over So I drank sometimes, then I Paint these rhymes, pardon me, i'm antsy Why? My heart quite nervous '95 I'm swerving, then I hit them curbs No then boys ain't working F*ck a black Suburban, commissary purchase My daddy calls, I barely answer F*ck parental curses i spit too many verses I know you fucking heard 'em So why you leave them voicemails that You know gone hurt me Tired of rapping that real shit If nobody gone feel this I could be gripping that steel shit You too busy to deal with it's like They told me all the time "You Got the gift of the gab" Finally niggas is listening, yeah Then I just start with this missing my dad Damn, so like when you gone Quit? You trill now, huh? You cool, huh? You real? You Real, that's what's popular, huh? That's cool, you UGK for life, huh? Boy Stop