When was the song “Trilla Than A Bitch” released by Webbie?

The song Trilla Than A Bitch was released in 2011, on the album “Savage Life 3”.

Trilla Than A Bitch

[Verse 1: Webbie]
Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin' purp, I'm not a star, just a regular old hood nigga
VIP full of hoes, full of golds, we got guns in this motherfucker now, bitch that's how we coming
A half of diesel, pack of kools, whole pound of kush, presidential shit now that's what we call blowin' money
Murder weapons, .357s, Glock 9s, I ain't lyin', bitch, that choppa hold a whole motherfuckin' hundred
Think 'fore you move 'cause you don't wanna move wrong
Send your hitman, nigga gon' put that tool on em (Bop, bop, bop)
Knock all his shoes off
I'm the Savage, what's happenin', come on, tell me who want it
'Cause we can crank it up
'Cause I don't give a fuck
Where your people at? You better bring all of them dick-in-the-booty ass, coochie-ass, fake-ass ballers
You ain't never popped nothin', stop stuntin', bitch
Nigga, you ain't seen nothin', until you seen me
Climbin' out a tree, with a .223, what
I'm scarred up, ready for war, fuck
I'm right here, pussy nigga, wassup? Get at me

[Chorus: Webbie]
Now I done did some fucked up shit, I ain't gon' even lie
But I'm trilla than a bitch and you can't even lie
I beat that pussy like no other, bitch, don't even lie
I'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie
Now I done did some fucked up shit, I ain't gon' even lie
But I'm trilla than a bitch and you can't even lie
I beat that pussy like no other, bitch, don't even lie
I'm a bad motherfucker and you can't even lie

[Verse 2: Lil Phat]
Now I done did some fucked up shit, sold niggas rabbit food
Remember, remember I shot the wrong dude
Such and such had sent me on a lick, I took the wrong tool
Six shots I barely made it out a shootout
Fuck school
Standing on the corner what we knew 'bout
Some nigga tried to play you then you better pull that tool out
And I done did some fucked up shit, sold niggas Cairo they look at and taste it but them niggas still'll pay though
I say I'm tired of being slept on, don't know about me
They gone fuck around and make me bring that four up out me
And I ain't stoppin' till I see the fuckin' graveyard, nigga
Rest in peace to your shooter, don't lose your graveyard witcha
They say I'm thuggin' yeah, clutching yeah, all my niggas druggin' yeah
Play me then I'm busting yeah, end of that discussion yeah
Be like youngin', fuck lil' youngin', he a dirty ass bastard
Some say I'm pussy, some say I jacked they favorite rapper

[Verse 3: Webbie]
I got my strap under my pillow, 'cause I feel like they comin'
When they show up, it's gon' blow up, I'ma rip big holes in they stomach
I been runnin' the streets for years, so you know I ain't runnin'
Send some drama to your street, I'm Obama in these streets
Put that llama on you geeks, you remind me of sweets
Go ask my teachers, I'm a bully, you just another police
She'll suck it, I love it, she lick it all of me
Grind up off and chill nigga bring ya back outchea
Goddamn, even though you tired, these busters ain't satisfied 'til they asses get sanitized
Then they bring it on they self
Then they ass wan' cry
When the barrel of that pistol, look 'em right in they eyes
Get my California buzz on, chillin' with my cuzzo
Coward ass niggas gon' make me go put my gloves on
I don't give a fuck, I never did, I never will
And that's how I fuckin' feel
Young Savage, forever Trill

Webbie

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