Trilla Than A Bitch Webbie (Ft. Lil Phat)

[Verse 1: Webbie]
Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin' purp, I'm not a star, just a regular old hood nigga
VIP full of hoes, full of golds, we got guns in this motherfucker now, bitch that's how we coming
A half of diesel, pack of kools, whole pound of kush, presidential shit now that's what we call blowin' money
Murder weapons, .357s, Glock 9s, I ain't lyin', bitch, that choppa hold a whole motherfuckin' hundred
Think 'fore you move 'cause you don't wanna move wrong
Send your hitman, nigga gon' put that tool on em (Bop, bop, bop)
Knock all his shoes off
I'm the Savage, what's happenin', come on, tell me who want it
'Cause we can crank it up
'Cause I don't give a fuck
Where your people at? You better bring all of them dick-in-the-booty ass, coochie-ass, fake-ass ballers
You ain't never popped nothin', stop stuntin', bitch
Nigga, you ain't seen nothin', until you seen me
Climbin' out a tree, with a .223, what
I'm scarred up, ready for war, fuck
I'm right here, pussy nigga, wassup? Get at me

[Chorus: Webbie]
Now I done did some fucked up shit, I ain't gon' even lie
But I'm trilla than a bitch and you can't even lie
I beat that pussy like no other, bitch, don't even lie
I'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie
Now I done did some fucked up shit, I ain't gon' even lie
But I'm trilla than a bitch and you can't even lie
I beat that pussy like no other, bitch, don't even lie
I'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie