Pop pop! There it is mothafuckalet em know whats happenin’, Im down with that VLa Baby Gangsta that’s packin’Dont mind dying, I got them flippers them cluckerscould never be a busta, a 14 year old hustlerLiving that gangsta lifeI’m very true to the dope gamecould never be lame, still packin’that iron ain’t a damn thing changerun up die family cry, your’e gone »Bye Bye » Number X-Y, it’s said and done so I wonbut Yo, in the 3rd I get Fun, Life is short so crazyYou cross my path I feel sorryIt’s gonna be short till you gon get it nigga (Yeah)Live by the trigga, dont fuck with me lil Gangsta Dthe money maker, I’m packing foolI’m coming at ya… But when I fire niggas gon feel meYou gon’ wanna kill me (Huh) cause imma Trill B. GWe some trill B. G. ‘z, always on our shitand if you slip and cross our path, we gon’ split your wigWe some trill B. G. ‘z, always on our shitand if you slip and cross our path, we gon’ split your wigTrill niggas: We baby gangstas, we pull the triggaand then we shank you, no prankster, no bustersI get my gat and then I buck yaSo follow me now and you will be killedI’m labeled as a baby gangster cause of the fact that I’m Trill, Nigga you can’t deal with a BG thats realI pop a clip in my gun and make you feela flash from a 9 Glock steel, I’m living the life of a villainthat is, I’m bout to kill it down and Nigga straightHandle my biz’, a lil nigga up on the street straight hustlingand bout having thangs, gotta make that money maneand ain’t no nigga messing my game, not about that babybet i make it, ain’t bout that dramaa 12 year old a young BG spin round ya Baby MommaI write my own – I ain’t gettin’ off no other niggaGun on my arm gotta watch my back fingeralways on the trigga, Nigga try to creep I gotta Magnothing to worry bout’, But im from the Southpop in the clips round back and take you outSo nigga before you step you better start to thinkin’I might be small and all but big enoughto leave you stanking, Im bout’ to break you offand then some, my mission ain’t finishedtil’ I end this making sure it’s doneYou know the deal nigga, I’m on the real seatA gangsta fire young villain Trill B. GWe some trill B. G. ‘z, always on our shitand if you slip and cross our path, we gon’ split your wigWe some trill B. G. ‘z, always on our shitand if you slip and cross our path, we gon’ split your wigCheck itIm Trizz-nill (Trill) , Rizz-ael (Real)Down to Kizz-nill (Kill) , Pizz-nell (Pistol)I pack Stizz-neel (Steel) So you will Fizz-nell (Feel)The noise I’m bringing NiggaI’m the one that’s loading gun after gunand smoke blunt after blunt, and niggayou will get plucked if you stunt, I already told youI’m Trill I slang my crack this ki’ for 3 stacks a knotyou try to play you get poppedfrom my 9 Glock you dont ridebecause I’m down with a hard moband no respect get dug from a bitch slanging thugI’m as trill as they come me and Lil D straightpackin’ yes we young and co-maggingif the niggas start jackin’, Young and dont give a fuckThem hoes gonna feel me, Im gangsta ass niggaand a trill B. GWe some trill B. G. ‘z, always on our shitand if you slip and cross our path, we gon’ split your wigWe some trill B. G. ‘z, always on our shitand if you slip and cross our path, we gon’ split your wigD, real husler, Tue true thug ain’t got no time for no bustathat will get plugged with the A to the Kgot it aimed at your dome pull that gat from the side(Poo Poo!) Your gone, people say I’m wrongfor doing what I did, but they just dont knowI had to handle my Biz’, A eagle street villainI’m letting you niggas have itIt’s a habit that a nigga like Lil Wayne is trigga happyA gangsta could nver be caught slippin’nigga must be trippin’ Imma pop the clip inNigga Imma do ya, Imma have to spoo yaGotsta let you know when your in the game how it goesnow let me run it to you pranksters In this wayA baby gangsta for life tellin’ you niggas to raiseup off my sizz-et (Set) , you better step bizz-ack(Back) , talkin’ all that yak-yakImma have to get my Gizz-at (Gat)I’m on the real nigga, you know the deal seatA gangsta fire young nigga trill B. G