Trill Spill

[Intro]
Oowee
This shit brazy man

[Bridge]
I swear I spent 'bout three hundred thousand dollars this month I ain't even feel that shit
Aight go hun, this shit different now bitch, we here, we rich, I did it, we did it
I still remember being in Chicago with ya on them cold nights in front of the radiator and shit sneak rolling up weed with ya lil' nigga
And y'all come outside on the porch we me late night and shit we thuggin'

[Verse]
Maybach doors open backseat recline
Sig Sauer on my lap just for peace of mind
Baby mama Facetime my phone she need another 5
I give my daughter ten thousand monthly just for chips and fries
I wish my mama coulda did that for me
But she gave me life and life ain't got a breathing fee
So grateful what I had to be, the hunger made me grind to eat
Livin' in South Park, I heard gunshots at night before my sleep
Livin' on West Fondren, I seen dope fiends sell cars and walk the street
Just to stay high, not me, not I
Used to walk from Varnett back to Fondren when I was nine
Used to lie to my school teachers and told 'em I had a ride
But truth is my mama at home on the couch fried
So from the age of 8 or 9 in thuggin' outside
Nobody by my side so I had to learn pride
That shit made me a man so I ain't mad 'bout it now
I know some momma boys who can't buy a wallet now
But in high school their mama had them boys Jordaned down
Them niggas was spoiled, shit, I had to salt the earth
When they was eating steaks, we was eating eggs boiled
But now I fall asleep in wraiths with my legs curled
Bitches feed me grapes, run my errands, and more
I'm living like a king with a diamond edged sword
Send my pops to Miami to ride boats and surfboard
My family drive Benzs now, ain't no more Accords
Anything my people want Sauce Walka can afford
And all my niggas rich from drippin' sauce on tracks and boards
Its TSL business we done made it, thank the Lord

[Outro]
Oowee
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Ya splat me
It's real spill