Ill Young Dolph & Key Glock

[Intro: Key Glock]
(Let the band play)
I'm one ill-ass lil' nigga and I don't know no one iller
Yeah, I ran up my figures, I made them fuck niggas bitter
I hang with killers and dealers, you niggas nothin' but pretenders
Yeah, my bank account got bigger and this shit still getting realer
Ayy, what's up, Flippa? (What's up?)

[Interlude: Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Let me holler at these folks, Glock
(What we on?)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
We on some UGK shit right now, boy, ain't nobody triller (Nobody)
Put your faith in the preacher, I put my faith in my vacuum sealer (Hey)
Crack the seal on the new pint, mix it up like a bartender (Pour up)
God made me a street nigga, in the trap, I'm the bishop (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Born with drugs in my system (Yeah)
I got too much charisma (Yeah)
Pull up at the trap to get some gas
Man, I need a fill up (Strong)
Grandma said, "Boy, you ain't got no friends"
And I still remember (Fuck 'em all)
Every time she see me, she wanna slide down my pole (Pole)
Every week I'm in the jewelry store buyin' some more (Ice)
VVS's dancing around my throat (Throat), woah (Woah)
I told her just keep on sucking it until she choke, she said, "Oh" (Oh)