(Verse 1: C. Trilla)
3Hunna Squad Block, Lookin at the stars bra
Rari Go Rah Rah, Laugh at lames like HA HA
Glock go Glah Glah, Babe lets go to the spa now
Pullin up like wow wow, Crowd chearin like a pow wow
Im just saying bow down, give me my crown crown
Im just playing now, blast my music loud now
No im not a loud mouth, nor am I from down south
People had many doubts, But now look at my house house
Also my bank account, fingers hurt from countin stacks
Shot a boy who to talkin smack, like im livin in Chiraq
End up in shackels boy, Can't handle these handles boy
Light you up like a Candle boy
Welcome to my palace boy
You can be my servant boy
Learn from me, observe boy
Put you on da curb boy
Steppin on my turf boy
Im universe the boy
Can get on this verse boy
I’ll send you to the nurse boy
Im trilla, Ice cold Killa boy