Lyrics:
paid, pop trunk wave
Like I'm fresh out of Jack
In a drop that got sprayed
Just-just, got paid pop-pop, trunk wave
It ain't no explaining off top
Trae
a winner
First bitch caught slippin' a
Running a binner
I wanna win it like I'm here finna get back
Trunk up by the fist will sit back
Leaving through
Trae the Truth, Lil' Boss
Black Buddafly yeah
We fin to do this one here for the ghetto
Get at me
No matter what a nigga say
I'm gon be stuck in
hiding
I'm getting bread by the show
I'm so tired
I run it up at thirty I'll retire
I'm the flow cap and y'all know it
No cocky shit but who better than
packed stone
I came from a sack of stones
22's I'm sitting on
TV's by Clarion, platinum medallion
Black trucks on chrome, on top of my game huh
The city
repping him by myself
These niggas done got me heated
So I'm headed for my shelf
Cause I feel like
They wanna put a couple slugs in my health
I never seen
the week
I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down
I ain't makin' this up, I ain't fuckin' around
I'm in the Bally's at the ally on my
Ain't nobody changing us
Now you can not hang wit us
Don't know them niggas they ain't wit us
Ain't from where I'm from not
The same as us
3 Trae Tha
never no hoe
One thing fuh sho I'm a let you know
On the cool a nigga bout to
Let it go - cause Uh
Yea, Trae The Truth
I done been through alot of
Things
Feel what I'm saying
That's who I be nigga
Trae ain't shit changed motherfucker
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
cracking 4's like a GD do a Trae
Messing with the opps, get you popped, by a K
Gangster nigga, everywhere I step, they gon' kill for me
I'm from gangster
quadren
Hustlers I never be that gowers
Fuck what you're worth i'm charging
Still high behind
They make shit that is blacker
Everyday I make a movie but I'm
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
never the less on my jock
Devastated by the knock I got
In a trunk with a fallen top
I'm a playa, nominated for G of the Year
With rocks in my ear
Wood
another nigga to grade me
If I'm in trouble, don't need nobody to save me
Steady losing composure, like my kon folk Trae be
I'ma handle my bidness, ain't
trae
Hop out the whip like aye
Niggas don’t want that play
Trust me you get in the way
40 come out and it’s never too late
I’m taking my shot going hard
you had me? that was cap yeah
I'm on the move & I'm going
I'ma be gone by the morning
Ion even know where I'm going
I ain't trusting no more hoes
Ain't
to the capsule
Told them niggas now I am the captain
I'm running the streets with the mask off
Then we run through your house like a task force
Like Trae by nature
can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle
there ain't no love no love
Ro and trae asshole by nature no doubt
Motherf**kers can you stand the rain
We gone shut your block down
Tell me nikka
there ain't no love no love
Ro and trae asshole by nature no doubt
Motherf**kers can you stand the rain
We gone shut your block down
Tell me nikka
polished
Panties all 'round-house', I been
On a 'drop kick, '
Told her the flow gonn save her
She really wanna meet Trae First
Wanna do anal outside?
That's
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