Smith and Wesson HANK TRILL (Ft. $ir $keet)

[Intro: Hank Trill]
Bobby you need to get the fuck outta my basement
And stop playing that Goddamn World of Warcraft bitch boy

[Chorus: Hank Trill]
Got my finger on the trigga (on the trigga) (hey!)
Smith and Wesson is my N***** (hey!)
Bank account nine figures (hey!)
Shoot a bullet in your liver (oh man goddamn!) (hey!)

[Verse 1: Hank Trill]
Hank Trill on the track (bwah!)
Louie V. Bag (bag!) always getting cash
And the whip I might crash (I might crash, hey!)
Me my homie Smith, (Smith!) me my homie Wesson (Wesson!)
We gon pull up, teach your ass a lesson
Chopper is my blessin (damn!), AK with a dick has an erection (an erection!)
Better pray before I get to wreckin, (get to wreckin!) AK 47 (hey!)
Versace on my feet, (on my feet!) I be clapping cheeks
Pulling out the Draco, call me Pistol Pete (call me Pistol Pete!)
Ball like the heat, Lamborghini leather seats (hey!)
Ten K on my receipt, (my receipt) I'll be countin G's (G's!)
I just sold ten G's, sippin lean I gotta pee (I gotta pee!)
Get more green than a fucking tree (oh man goddam!)

[Chorus: Hank Trill]
Got my finger on the trigga (on the what?) (hey!)
Smith and Wesson is my N***** (what?) (hey!)
Bank account nine figures (nine figures!)
Shoot a bullet in your liver (hey!) (hey!) (hey!)