Lyrics:
Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop in your Grey Cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth
Is
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
done got my nails dirty
Back in the slab vision blurry
But I’m still stirring
9 on me like Rondo
With the 30 like I’m Steph Curry
Whipping round my city
to greet her
In the process of bein' Trae I missed out as a child
Prob'ly 'cause reality must stop
And they told my cousin death before he thirty after
to greet her
In the process of bein' Trae I missed out as a child
Prob'ly 'cause reality must stop
And they told my cousin death before he thirty after
Yeah you already know, this Trae mayn
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'
Doing my motherfucking thang
Feel what I'm saying
This here, for my
down with bae
Cuz I ain't always gonna be... young... like... Trae
Mmm, so I'm cruising with my top down
Head above my shoulders, I can't hear you in
the playaz got some bad, bad women by they side
And they diamonds ain't monkey
Girl you up in my city (up in my city)
Looking so pretty (why you looking so
I'm up in the clouds
Married to the game and we don't break vows
Space city dreamin, I'm up in the clouds
I'm the king in my city, come and take my
on dubs
(Down here) we keep a chicken head up in the club
(Down here) my thugs they get nothing but love
(Down here) we off the chain like you thought we
niggas talking
Like they ready for drama
I shut em up and have they folk signing
Bout old as they mama
I got my homies Tri and Tae
Packing K's for Trae
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
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
actually a Trae day in Houston on July 22nd for his humanitarian work for this great Texas city
So Trae tha Truth is with me now, from the Convention
kinfolk Trae
Your face is where my slugs are
I'm an asshole by nature
Until my casket is closed
But in the meanwhile
I'ma represent and let my plastic
fallin'
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I
fallin'
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I
ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And I'm ridin' with a new chick, she
don't play with loaded 9's
Don't quote weak rhymes
If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine
Show him light, don't get emotional, son,
your fur cap (huh?)
This for the N.O. all way to Zone 6
It's Chopper City in the hood and we got real bricks (skrrt)
You heard of my set
I'm from
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
I'd rather be smoking somewhere in seclusion
Foot on the gas
I'm on the ave
That foreign slab
Them Texas tags
I gotta have
Wood on my dash
Leather my
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