Isaiah Rashad - Fake Trill lyrics

rate me

Feat. Rob December

[Rob December:]

The no stoner, has a boner

I need head and some sex

Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite homer

Dream 'bout boobs and some tits

Speak 'bout bitches less than often

Cause They lie for the dick

Thus an evil of a creature

Who plays games on gent

I sit lonely in my Honda

Behind darkest of tint

Smoke a woodtip for my problems

And give Brandy a sip

Get confided in the voices

Spill my feelings and shit

Breaking codes and regulations

Not a pimp nor a sip

Give me things that make me happy

Cause the bottom I hit

Fuck a bowl, give me love

Fuck your words, give me drugs

Promethazine, a nice to meet you

You made bitch niggas all seem to

Misuse the words of trill, hold the gun so they real

Until they're facing the real, watch a real nigga squeal

When the piglets peal, the tabs off of your grill

Yeah you chirping, pleading deals

Witcho faggot ass

[Isaiah Rashad]

Aye, been sipping on this

Stop telling me, start to get sober

Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly

I would do anything just to get over

So I drank sometimes, then I paint these rhymes

Pardon me, I'm antsy

Why, my heart quite nervous

95 I'm swerving, Then I hit them curbs

No then boys ain't working

Fuck a black suburban, commissary purchase

My daddy calls, I barely answer

Fuck parental curses

I spit too many verses

I know you fuckin' heard em, So why you leave them voicemails

That you know gone hurt me

Tired of rapping that real shit, if nobody gone feel this

I could be grippin' that steel shit, you too busy to deal with

Its like, they told me all the time

"You got the gift of the gab"

Finally niggas is listening, yeah

Then I just start with this missing my dad

Damn

[Isaiah Rashad]

So like when.. you gone quit?

You trill now huh?

You cool huh?

You real?

You real, thats what's popular huh?

That's cool, You UGK for life huh?

Boy Stop