[Intro: Bun B & Harley Harl]
Trillstatik 4
This is that real shit
Why not?
(Statik Selektah)

[Verse 1: Bun B & Westside Gunn]
Listen, I'm not a threat, boy, I'm a promise walkin'
I'm on that type of time that's bound to keep your mama's talkin'
'Bout what she probably should've done better
'Cause she tried but when her baby died, his life was summed up with one letter
That's the L you gon' be takin' when you play yourself
When them shooters spray you with that 'K, it's gon' delay your health
You pump your brakes or they gon' pump your chest with CPR
Starin' at the stars, you see what type of G we are
I rep Port Arthur, that should tell you all you need to know
Likе how to cook, who to shoot, and where to stick the needlе, ho'
Not playin' games with you fuck n***as or feeble foes
End up in my basement, gettin' worked over with needle nose
Pliers, so fuck the liars and they daddy too
Don't make them Gladiators smash your ass like my panties do
I'm in the Caddy with the windows down
A trill OG, I'm ten toes down, don't fuck around, n***a (Ayo)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Gave my shooter three-thou, that n***a died today (Brr)
(Died today, died today, died today, brr)
I had the scars on the Celine mask, I had to hide my face
(Hide my face, hide my face, hide my face)
Ayo, live from H-Town, a.k.a. yay' town
Get a brick, make six figures off a break down (Ah)
Hit a lick, had the evidence on a Greyhound
Shootouts with silencers, you ain't hear a sound
These Saucony's ain't out yet (Out yet, uh-uh)
The triple beam, that's my house pet (My house pet, ah)
Bagging quarter-ounces on Tom Ford couches in house
Got your baby mom sharin' porterhouses (Woo)
Trillselda like motherfuckin' Helter Skelter (Ah)
I dropped the fishscale, it bubble like Alka Seltzer (Whip)
I got the intel, you leave around three (Uh-huh)
Come back 'bout eleven (What else?)
I'll be in your bushes, black 11, patent leathers (Ah)
All-black Marni, jet black MAC-11 (Brr) motherfucker, I'm a legend (Brr)
Louis threw up on me, it's evident
Anybody can get it, they even shot the president (Boom, boom, boom)
Might rock my Rollie just 'cause the, uh, precedent (Ah)
Super Flygod, I park the Spectre out on Jefferson (Skrrt)
[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
Catch him at the light, shoot on sight (Brr)
Shoot on sight, shoot on sight
We spin the same night, we take life (Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah, pah)
We take life, we take life (Brr, brr)
Sold the white girl, sold boy too
Fiends knocked, get a free stem and a toy too
Shoutout my n***a Maxo Kream, I got the Royce blue (What up, my n****?)
My bitch bad like Megan, pussy moist too (Talk to 'em)
Stone killers, chrome blickers in the Chrome britches (Uh-huh)
I don't fuck with those n***as, they burned they own bridges
My white boy cookin' meth, a known chemist
Creed cologne, and this Louis I got on vintage
We blowin' riches on VS stone wrists' (Huh?)
Had those bitches blowin' kisses (What up, baby?), got it from the stove, n***a ('Kay)
My old business, sellin' shit that had your nose drippin'
Long nose, hold twenty-three down, the old Pippen
Yeah, we doin' deals, gettin' real mills
But don't get it twisted, for real, we'll still kill
Youngin' poppin' Percs and X, he on a pill thrill (He wylin')
He put beef in a box like a Trill meal (Hahaha)

[Verse 4: Boldy James]
Bouncin' out that T-Rex like the Red Ranger (What's up?)
Chuckstaaa from BPS but Dee-Dee, she a head-banger (Game Time)
The red laser, bottom of my strig, get your dreads tapered (Grrt)
The switch'll have you in the county on the fairway (Talk to these n***as)
Or have you starin' down the barrel of this lead chamber
Used to be gang, now he just another dead ganger
This ain't the life I want for mine, this shit gotta change (Got to)
Tryna teach my seed it's more to life than just a diamond chain (It's more to life)
Exotic strains in my Backy, plain Jane Patty
Dropped out in the ninth, not bad for an eighth-grade graddy (Not bad at all)
My B.M. know that her B.D. ain't on nothin' with me (Ain't on shit)
Out of her kids' fathers, I'm her favorite baby daddy (The most turntest)
'Cause I'm the realest, richest, littest, and the most vicious (Yeah)
Half a ticket, Rolls-Royce Dawn, sat it on some sixes
Frog eyes on the coupe look like a tadpole (Skrrt)
Safe damn near full off a half-empty glass 'bow (Count up)
Take a pic', it'll last longer than your last post (You know they watchin')
Six-hundred Gs in one flick, I've been in flash mode (Hellblock)
Servin' Patek, same way that I embrace the plug (Yeah)
I laughed in the face of death, but scared to face the judge (Griselda)