Ain't Leaving Trill Lyrics - Lil Phat

[Verse 1: Webbie] 

I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred 

You already kno the story, some lil niggas owe me money 

I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny 

I left them niggas alone cause I felt the jack was coming 

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

They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip 

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

Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing 

Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin 

We be packing them big rougers put you losers on a platter 

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

Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the seven 

Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo showed me the club 

We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love 

Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't matter where we was 

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

[Chorus:] 

How many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove 

So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill 

I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks 

Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here 

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

So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill 

I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks 

Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here 

[Verse 2: Lil Phat] 

I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the youging 

You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a nigga run it 

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

It's a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe 

I kno my trill fam niggas oh they gon ride for me (ride for me) 

And all them ones who ain't convicted 

Oh they take five for me (take five for me) 

We fucking bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd bitches 

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

Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter 

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

We cut up and and we show out from bently to phantoms 

A nigga a punk a bitch we stamp'em 

We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka 

Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a mothafucka 

Drink yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cold cup 

You can be from outta town I'm a make you put them fours up 

[Chorus:] 

How many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove 

So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill 

I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks 

Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here 

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

So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill 

I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks 

Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here