UGC!

A Trilli

[Verse 1]

A trillionaire, I'm a UGC trillionaire

Tougher than Nigerian hair

My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair

I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed

Through the pencil I leak on the sheet of the tablet

In my mind cause I don't write shit, cause I ain't got time

Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar

And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper

Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa

Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin'

Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em

I go by them crown rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em

You can't man 'em then you mop 'em

You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em

You pop 'em cause I pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!!

OH

Motherfucker I'm ill John

[Verse 2]

A trillion here, a trillion there

Sicilian bitch with long hair

With coke in the derriere

Like smoking the thinnest air

I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me

Like look at that bastard Naly

He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem

OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?

Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing

On some faggot bullshit call him Dennis Rodman

Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick

Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch

Don't you hate a shy bitch?

Yeah I ate a shy bitch

She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch

Huh, yeah, guys that's my bitch

So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch

It ain't trickin' if you got it

But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit

Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick

And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my Glock sick and my knot thick

I'm It! I'm it!

UGC Is Ill!

Well at least I am

Yeah

See..

They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and 2Pac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that?

Who that say they're gonna beat Nalyd E

My name ain't B-I-C, but I keep that flame man

Who that one that do that boy?

You all knew that

True that swallow

And I be the shit now you got loose bowels

I don't owe you like two vowels

But I would like for you to pay me by the hour

And I'd rather be pushing flowers

Than to be in the penn sharing showers

Ha, Tony told us this world was ours

And the Bible told us every girl was sour

Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower

Call me Mr. Ronald or Mr. Lawn Mower

Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry

Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me

Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting

I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch

I could turn a podcast into a fuckin' mountain, dare me

Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me

They don't see me, but they hear me

They don't feel me, but they fear me

I'm illie

Nalyd E

UGC

Fuck with me, huh