I’m Ill

Album cover art for "I’m Ill" by Fat Trel & Boosa Da Shoota

Fat Trel & Boosa Da Shoota - Rap, Hip-Hop

I’m Ill

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Lyrics

[Intro] (Dree the drummer) Bang All of that gang shit, yeah We on that gang shit, nigga Haha, you heard? This real deal shit here, man, this shit get real (Ayy, look) [Chorus: Fat Trel] Look (Real) Say you wan' work, wan' flirt Wan' put it up her skirt Wan' put 'em in the dirt, wan' hit it where it hurt Young nigga, what's your word? This shit get real Say she wan' fuck in the back of the truck While I roll me a blunt with the window rolled up With my finger in her butt and a cup Finna pop me a pill [Post-Chorus: Fat Trel] Let's do it trill (Do it trill) I met this slut, I touched her butt I copped a feel (I copped a feel) My bitch be worried 'cause I'm always in the field (I'm in the field) I'm never worried 'cause I always got the steel (I got the steel) That's how I feel [Verse 1: Fat Trel] Yeah, ayy (Yeah) I don't give a fuck, he don't give a fuck (Give a fuck) She don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck (Give a fuck) Bitch walked up like, "Roll up" (What?) Turned around, told that bitch, "Hold up" (Bitch) Bumpin that 56 Nights (Nights) On the molly, up fifty-six nights (Six nights) Airpot, five-fifty-six flights (Six flights) A nigga had to fuck fifty-six dikes (Dikes) Drop a bell on the scale, that work (That work) Damn well you could tell I'm perfect (I'm perfect) Niggas sell no chicken? Then Church's (Then Church's) Got the pack like nigga got verses (Skrrt) Got lean like a nigga got water (Water) Got a migo bitch on the border (On the border) Got a team and I got your daughter (Got daughters) Damn right, I fucked your daughter (Mwah) Nigga, I don't give a fuck, nigga, what's up? (What's up?) You could die right now, nigga, good luck (Good luck) I'm the only nigga hold the hood up (Good luck) We could fuck right now, bitch, what's up? (What's up?) I don't give a fuck, nigga, what's up? (What's up?) You could die right now, nigga, good luck (Nigga, good luck) I'm the only nigga hold the hood up (Good luck) We could fuck right now, bitch, what's up? (What's up?) [Chorus: Fat Trel] Look (Real) Say you wan' work, wan' flirt Wan' put it up her skirt Wan' put 'em in the dirt, wan' hit it where it hurt Young nigga, what's your word? This shit get real Say she wan' fuck in the back of the truck While I roll me a blunt with the window rolled up With my finger in her butt and a cup Finna pop me a pill [Post-Chorus: Fat Trel & Boosa] Let's do it trill (Do it trill) I met this slut, I touched her butt I copped a feel (I copped a feel, Hah, hah) My bitch be worried 'cause I'm always in the field (I'm in the field, hah) I'm never worried 'cause I always got the steel (I got the steel, Let's get it) That's how I feel [Verse 2: Boosa] Pulled up, nigga know I'm slowed up Nigga pay mine or get burnt up Higher than a bitch, no loafer Nigga know I got shit, real, no joking I don't fuck with niggas if a nigga ain't real Bitch pulling up, finna cop me a feel I ain't with the talking when I got that steal Posting on my block, gotta get it how I live Gotta chase the bank 'cause I got two kids I ain't gon' stop 'til I see a couple mill' Couple real niggas, bad bitches in the field Fuck the police 'cause you know I shoot to kill Gino in jail, tryna come up with a appeal Fuck the police 'cause I only shoot to kill Gino in jail, tryna come up with a appeal Let these niggas know that this shit for real [Bridge: Boosa] This shit for real, for real (Uh) This shit for real (This shit for real) All my niggas in the field (We in the field) We pop a, huh? We pop a pill (I pop a pill) We cop a feel (I cop a feel) Fuck your bitch, that's how I feel (Let's get it, let's get it) [Chorus: Fat Trel] Look (Real) Say you wan' work, wan' flirt Wan' put it up her skirt Wan' put 'em in the dirt, wan' hit it where it hurt Young nigga, what's your word? This shit get real Say she wan' fuck in the back of the truck While I roll me a blunt with the window rolled up With my finger in her butt and a cup Finna pop me a pill [Post-Chorus: Fat Trel] Let's do it trill (Do it trill) I met this slut, I touched her butt I copped a feel (I copped a feel) My bitch be worried 'cause I'm always in the field (I'm in the field) I'm never worried 'cause I always got the steel (I got the steel) That's how I feel

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Credits

Writers
  • Dree The Drummer
  • Boosa Da Shoota
  • Fat Trel