Ain't Leavin' Trill

Loot Boy, Loot Boy

I gotta fully automatic, two-bananas, that's a hunnid

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

I came out here, got on, now my old homies actin' funny

I left them **** alone 'cause I felt the jack was comin'

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

They be on me like I'm tip, I chill and I dip

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

Girls will lick me like I'm 50 or I'm Jigga, I be laughin'

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

We be packin' them big Rugers, put you losers on a platter

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

Watchin' belly shootin' 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 tellin' where we goin' and it don't matter where we was

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

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

I don't know how you **** roll, I ain't leavin' Trill

I know you **** hoes, y'all be talkin' to them folks

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

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

I don't know how you **** roll, I ain't leavin' Trill

I know you **** hoes, y'all be talkin' to them folks

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

I be the Trill Fam, ****, don't forget the youngin'

You don't know how I'm comin', hoe, look, let a **** run it

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

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

I know my Trill Fam ****, they gon' ride for me

And all them one who ain't convicted, they take bail for me

Yeah, we fuckin' bad bitches, don't fuck with them sad bitches

Don't like lil' bitty hoes, we fuckin' with the phat bitches

Sike, you and in it though, I mean my knots be way fatter

And if you fuck with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta

We cut up and we show out, from Bentley's to Phantoms

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

We shinin' on them, yeah, we grimy like a mothafucka

Climbin' on them, yeah, we grindin' like a mothafucka

Drink your hard liquor, I'ma sip my cold cup

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

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

I don't know how you **** roll, I ain't leavin' Trill

I know you **** hoes, y'all be talkin' to them folks

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

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

I don't know how you **** roll, I ain't leavin' Trill

I know you **** hoes, y'all be talkin' to them folks

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