Trillville Get Some Crunk In Your System Lyrics

(feat. Pastor Troy)

Get some crunk in yo system! {*repeat 8X*}
(Rapper talking in background)

[Verse 1]
I can feel it
These haters don't like me
They see me at a show
Them n____z get excited
Cuz they think they finna get me
But n____ I'mma riot
Found myself a riot
So n____ don't try it
Guns I collect 'em
Guns fo' protection
Guns fo' dat n____ dat tried me and learned a lesson
And ain't no second guessin
I'm good wit my weapon
I ain't never been a lame in da game I'm respectin
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I'm looking fo' trouble
My own label just found out that I'm a monsta
But its too late cuz I signed for a hundred
It's something
Ain't nothing
I'm roofless
Still producing
Cut me a tape and you'll buy yoself two
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n____z say I'm trill
They ain't hard I can prove it
YEEAAAHHHH!!!

[Chorus]
Get some crunk in yo system! {*repeat 16X*}
(P. Troy talking in background)

[Verse 2]
I'm sippin on da crunk juice
Hennessey to get me loose
n____z getting buck and s___
Drinkin all da grey goose
Throwin signs up in da hair
Representin from wher I came
Its da same s___ in da club n____z fightin mane
Throwin bows and breakin chairs
n____z pullin hoes hair
Runnin threw the club wit dey click cuz they don't care
Screamin out whateva side
All my n____z down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you p____ n____z bet not try
I'mma let you know
I ain't never been a scarry hoe
I'mma let you know that I never been a scarry hoe
Bustin n____z brains over f___in wit my game hoe
Then leave yo a__ jane'd doe
In da middle of ya yard
Imma pull yo car fo' actin hard
Down on boulevard n____!!

[Chorus]
Get some crunk in yo system! {*repeat 16X*}
(P. Troy talking in background)

[Verse 3]
Guess who they called up
Out of the wood works
Take off my f___in shirt
I'm reppin to da dirt
I'm reppin to da grave
I'm reppin for da 'A'
I'm ridin twenty-one
On my impala son
I'm smoking big dro
I'm wit da red hoe
Her cousin got da blow
We kicked dat n____ do'
Off da hinges
I'm relentess
I represent this
Can I get a witness (Amen!)
Amen I work hard for da south
These n____z playin hard with they thumb in they mouth
The house the car
The b____es bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they t__ties to a star
Baby my door ajar
The passenger too
I'm ready to ride
So what's up boo
(Yeah) Keepin it real (real)
Keepin it trill (trill)
Reppin da ville (ville)
I show will

[Chorus]
Get some crunk in you system! {*repeat 16X*}
(P. Troy talking in background)