Triller Lyrics - Bun B

Triller 

Say ain't nobody triller 

I'm a motherfuckin killer 

Say ain't nobody triller 

And you know it's for real 

Wake up in the morning, give thanks to the Lord 

For giving me another day so I can go hard 

Never been fraud, always kept it true 

Get dressed, hit the street try ta' see what it do 

Cut a few corners, [?] a few dubs 

Get 'em, jump back, trill niggas show love 

Some try to hate, I don't pay it no mind 

Either get with me or get like me - that's on the grind 

Candy paint shine as I flip through the city 

Ridin' 84s, and them hoes look pretty 

Had dirty money way before P Diddy 

I'm just tryna squeeze a little more milk up out the titty 

Is ya with me? 

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I'mma put it down my nigga 

Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga 

Boys talking down on a nigga 

But since day one I've been a killer 

Mayne and ain't nobody triller 

Say ain't nobody triller 

I'm a motherfucking killer 

H-Town in this bitch 

And you know it's for real 

Riding drop top in the Fleetwood Lac 

The sun is shining down on my astro [?] 

I'm all about the cheese but I never been a wreck 

Gotta keep it to yo self, what part of the game is that? 

You see me rollin 4's on them foes, just flipping 

Leaning on the leather through the Southside dipping 

You know I got the gat up on my lap with the clip in 

Cock back ready but these boys ain't tripping 

Who run this bitch? Don't even bother 

My granddaddy did, he passed it to my father 

My father did his thing like a G 

He passed it down to me 

Now the neighborhood belong to Bun B, OG 

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I'mma put it down my nigga 

Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga 

Boys talking down on a nigga 

But since day one I've been a killer 

Mane and ain't nobody triller 

Say ain't nobody triller 

I'm a motherfucking killer 

[?] in this bitch 

And you know it's for real 

Pussy niggas need to stay off in they lane 

Sitting sidelines, want to quarterback the game 

Back seat drivers get to talking too much 

But not when I'm around, cause they know they get touched 

It's the city called Clutch, and that's how we come through 

Fake niggas runnin up? What the fuck they gon' do? 

A trill nigga, no Hilfiger 

Put it on yo ass, before when we still wheel nigga 

New niggas in the game, get your share 

Long as you ain't touching mine, bitch I really don't care 

[?] in the air, twist yo fingers til it break 

Trill recognize trill, we never roll fake 

For the game