[Verse 1: Zilla]
Dirty Vans, styrofoam filled to the brim
Bitch it's him
Trill ass Zilla n***a
I pour a four then I pour an eight then I pour a four then another eight
Bitch I'm great, I know they hate
Sitting high swinging low like a fucking boss
High as fuck appetite on Rick Ross
Uhh
I'm a fiend sipping the purple
Bitch I will hurt you
Way past your curfew
I did it like Erkle
Big white cups of that mud till I move like a turtle
Fuck how you feel bitch I'm too high to think
Hang up my coat bitch its too nice a mink
Pour up my Sprite with a pint of that pink
Packing the geeb till my eyes look like chinx
N***a I'm trill, yes I'm for real
Shout out my n***as thats tipping it still
Tipping on fours, sipping on fours
Zilla be killing, just switching his flows
Drink till I'm drunk, smoke till I'm high
Rap till' I'm great, flex till' I'm fly
Bitch n***a bow down
For I tell my n***as chow down
Last name Zilla so you know you talking to a God now
Uhh
I'm a motherfucking beast straight out the East
Eat a beat make a feast
Then I'm out n***a
But I like to keep the peace, piece at ease
Feed the streets, chief the keef
Whenever you in doubt n***a

[Bridge]
I pour a fo' then I pour a 8
Then I pour a fo'
Then I Then I pour a fo'
Then I Then I pour a fo'
Pour a 8 then I pour a fo' then I Then I

[Hook]
Rest in peace to Pimp C, shout out to the homie Bun
Can't forget Slim Thug, n***a he a real one
Mike Jones, Paul Wall
Lil Keke all ya'll
We gon' fill these cups and get this money till we all fall

Trill Zilla N***a
Trill Zilla Uhh
Trill Zilla N***a
Trill Zilla Uhh
Trill Zilla N***a
Trill Zilla Uhh
Trill Zilla, Trill Zilla

[Verse 2: Chrome]
Prophecy, reason why your moms is always mad at me