"Trill Type" lyrics
Fat Pat, Pimp C & OTB Fastlane Lyrics
Hold up (Oh, oh)
Uh (Oh, oh)
(Know I'm a player, player)
What's happenin', D-Wreck? (Ooh, ooh)
(Know I'm a player, player)
Hold up (Ah, ah)
Since I was seventeen, I been sippin' on sip (Sip)
Bitch niggas come through, empty out the clip (Clip)
I love old-school cars with candy-ass paint (Paint)
Them other niggas pussies 'cause them other niggas fake
You holler you a killer, but I know you ain't no killer
I'll see you in the street, bitch, I'm a trill-ass nigga
Been down since the '80s, puttin' niggas down
Lettin' them motherfuckers hear all that bass around
I ride in Impala, donk, pop my collar (Uh)
Comin' through, the record company want all my dollars
You ain't got my paper, bitch, you don't get no dap
And I ain't put my dick in none of you rats
'Cause rat hoes be talkin' (Talkin')
On the pillow, walkin' (Walkin')
Out the street with them hoes
Tellin' 'em 'bout all your clothes
And your cars sittin' on Vogues
How much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit
Oh, I'm a motherfuckin' player, trill-type nigga
Real-type nigga, in-the-field-type nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' baller, ball every time, yeah
Knockin' doors down, every day, we on the grind
Sippin' drank, Boss Hoggin', city of the syrup
Hustle city, it get wicked, all that cappin' get you hurt
I'm a motherfuckin' player
(Know I'm a player, player, know I'm a player, player)
I'm a motherfuckin' player
Can't be slippin' out here, ain't no time for that
Since the age of thirteen, always had the gat
Who had my back? When my money attract
Niggas who hung around like flies and gnats
Fat Pat on the map and that shit's for sure
Droppin' bombs like outbreak when I hit the door
I'm a freestyle pro, just to let y'all know
Breakin' mics like, sike, nigga, we gotta go
My sound be slow when I'm in your trunk
Bonafide big baller, nah, I ain't no punk
Hot slugs what they gettin' when the grudge is mentioned
Feds chasin', time facin', all snitches erasin'
Intimidation, hesitation lets me know that they fakin'
Hooked some shakin' from these niggas who done say they be hatin'
Plots and schemes to see a nigga fall, watch a nigga ball
Twenty-four years in this game, niggas mashin' on y'all
Oh, I'm a motherfuckin' player, trill-type nigga
Real-type nigga, in-the-field-type nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' baller, ball every time, yeah
Knockin' doors down, every day, we on the grind
Sippin' drank, Boss Hoggin', city of the syrup
Hustle city, it get wicked, all that cappin' get you hurt
I'm a motherfuckin' player
(Know I'm a player, player, know I'm a player, player)
I'm a motherfuckin' player
I'm a motherfuckin' baller (Baller)
I'm a motherfuckin' player (Player)
I'm a motherfuckin' baller (Baller)
(Know I'm a player, player)
Uh (Oh, oh)
(Know I'm a player, player)
What's happenin', D-Wreck? (Ooh, ooh)
(Know I'm a player, player)
Hold up (Ah, ah)
Since I was seventeen, I been sippin' on sip (Sip)
Bitch niggas come through, empty out the clip (Clip)
I love old-school cars with candy-ass paint (Paint)
Them other niggas pussies 'cause them other niggas fake
You holler you a killer, but I know you ain't no killer
I'll see you in the street, bitch, I'm a trill-ass nigga
Been down since the '80s, puttin' niggas down
Lettin' them motherfuckers hear all that bass around
I ride in Impala, donk, pop my collar (Uh)
Comin' through, the record company want all my dollars
You ain't got my paper, bitch, you don't get no dap
And I ain't put my dick in none of you rats
'Cause rat hoes be talkin' (Talkin')
On the pillow, walkin' (Walkin')
Out the street with them hoes
Tellin' 'em 'bout all your clothes
And your cars sittin' on Vogues
How much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit
Oh, I'm a motherfuckin' player, trill-type nigga
Real-type nigga, in-the-field-type nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' baller, ball every time, yeah
Knockin' doors down, every day, we on the grind
Sippin' drank, Boss Hoggin', city of the syrup
Hustle city, it get wicked, all that cappin' get you hurt
I'm a motherfuckin' player
(Know I'm a player, player, know I'm a player, player)
I'm a motherfuckin' player
Can't be slippin' out here, ain't no time for that
Since the age of thirteen, always had the gat
Who had my back? When my money attract
Niggas who hung around like flies and gnats
Fat Pat on the map and that shit's for sure
Droppin' bombs like outbreak when I hit the door
I'm a freestyle pro, just to let y'all know
Breakin' mics like, sike, nigga, we gotta go
My sound be slow when I'm in your trunk
Bonafide big baller, nah, I ain't no punk
Hot slugs what they gettin' when the grudge is mentioned
Feds chasin', time facin', all snitches erasin'
Intimidation, hesitation lets me know that they fakin'
Hooked some shakin' from these niggas who done say they be hatin'
Plots and schemes to see a nigga fall, watch a nigga ball
Twenty-four years in this game, niggas mashin' on y'all
Oh, I'm a motherfuckin' player, trill-type nigga
Real-type nigga, in-the-field-type nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' baller, ball every time, yeah
Knockin' doors down, every day, we on the grind
Sippin' drank, Boss Hoggin', city of the syrup
Hustle city, it get wicked, all that cappin' get you hurt
I'm a motherfuckin' player
(Know I'm a player, player, know I'm a player, player)
I'm a motherfuckin' player
I'm a motherfuckin' baller (Baller)
I'm a motherfuckin' player (Player)
I'm a motherfuckin' baller (Baller)
(Know I'm a player, player)
