Ill

Let the band play

I'm one ill ass lil' **** and I don't know no one iller

Yeah, I ran up my figures, I made them fuck **** bitter

I hang with killers and dealers, you **** nothin' but pretenders

Yeah, my bank account got bigger and this shit still getting realer

Ayy, what's up, Flippa? (What's up?)

<span begin="22.522" end="23.937">Let me holler at these folks, Glock</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="24.235" end="24.677">(What we on?)</span></span>

On some UGK shit right now, boy, ain't nobody triller

Put your faith in the preacher, I put my faith in my vacuum sealer (Hey)

Crack the seal on the new pint, mix it up like a bartender (Pour up)

God made me a street ****, in the trap, I'm the bishop (Yeah)

Born with drugs in my system (Yeah)

I got too much charisma (Yeah)

Pull up at the trap to get some gas

Man, I need a fill up (Let's go)

Grandma said, "Boy, you ain't got no friends"

And I still remember (Fuck 'em all)

Every time she see me, she wanna slide down my pole (Pole)

Every week I'm in the jewelry store buyin' some more (Ice)

VVS's dancing around my throat, whoa

I told her just keep on sucking it until she choke, she said, "Oh"

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Till you can't no more

Bitch, I'ma get this dough until a **** get it gone

I rock a lot of gold and I'll rock you with that chrome (Yeah)

I just rocked the show and now I'm finna rock your hoe

Tell me have you seen the G.O.A.T. ridin' the coupe and smokin' dope?

That's your bitch? I bet she know who that pullin' up in that two door

Yeah, Glizzock, that's for sure, hold up, that young **** cold

I'm so cold, I'll have your nose running, bitch, I been road running

I got new and old money, bitch, I got loads of it

I'm hotter than four ovens, bitch, you **** so buggin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bitch)

You **** so buggin'

We on some UGK shit right now, boy, ain't nobody triller (Nobody)

Put your faith in the preacher, I put my faith in my vacuum sealer (Hey)

Crack the seal on the new pint, mix it up like a bartender (Pour up)

God made me a street ****, in the trap, I'm the bishop (Yeah)

We on some Three 6 shit right now, bitch, I'm a real sizzurp sipper

You put your trust up in that bitch and don't even trust your ****

We blowin' dope straight out the bowl, we smoking hard like a chimney

Yeah, bitch, I know you remember, I'm still one ill ass lil' ****

I wake up and take my meds because I'm ill (Ill)

I pump weight in the traphouse, not the gym (Not the gym)

I ain't never had no patience, I need my money pronto (Now)

Got more cars than I can drive but feel like I want one more (Just one more)

Got this lil' white bitch with supersized titties like CoCo (Yeah, yeah)

****, I pour lean in my iced tea (Dirty, dirty)

Whole lot of ice on my white tee (Yeah, yeah)

Don't none of you monkey hoes excite me (Bitch, please)

Diamond chains and some gangster Nikes

Yeah, I fucked your wifey twice, B (Damn)

She said she never seen a **** like me (It's Dolph)

Baby boy, quit cryin' to these hoes like Tyrese (Crybaby)

Me and my **** so close, yeah, we like Siamese (Twins)

I stanked up the whole neighborhood with some loud trees (Woo)

Old lady next door talkin' 'bout, "Turn that down please" (Yes, ma'am)

Bitches love my blue teeth, they be like, "Can you smile, please" (Hahaha)