Lyrics:
Gotta get the green like c-lo
Who flossing in the slab nigga me doe
No love for these bitches like Z-ro
GTA guns it's a cheat code
Diamonds on my grill
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
getting mad
Somebody that they wish they had
You're a dime and you know you mine
Flipping with you right in my slab
Relationship ain't the same
in my slab
But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab
A young Houston hard hitter all about the scrilla
Riding some candy coated crawlin' like
no hope
Better get the pope
Where Tf my smoke?
Where Tf my cloak?
Ah auntyth wikunanawa dan dope
Her son od'ed by the court
These people smile with no
yea
Carry the weight of the power in my name yea
You think I worked this hard to stay the same
No
Oohh
I am the baddest
I am the coldest
I am
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Trae
Trae
T T fucking K bitch
Clips on clips I'll never not stay strapped
Chain in the air and a lighter
[Verse 1]
U so bad they be gettin mad
Somebody that they wish they had
Ur a dime and u know ur mine
Flippin wit u rite in my slab
Relationship ain't
Geo the Rican but I'm blazing in Belize
Smoking by the ocean homie I can feel the breeze
Droning how I'm floating but I drown my enemies
Every time I'm
leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear
A lot of niggas, wanna see me in my grave
(more or less)
I be ready for the drama, anyday
(more or less)
Go to war, in the midst of gun play
(more
flippin' in your city, Phillies with my double cup
Man, sometimes life amazing
I'm stuck in a world with evil people who be hatin
I'm feelin' like that
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
in the city)
Yeah, Robitussin flow
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (back in the city and I'm back in the streets)
And I see in 5D like I'm Ed, Edd, and Eddy
I
leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
girl didn't even like bitches
I let her suck the dick, and passed her to my nigga
Bunch of bad bitches in Geneva
Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa
these other mothafuckers
Struck twice in the same place by a moody Zues fishliner
Smackin the third clear out the park
Going gone (To infinity
.40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from
Pour in the concrete fill em up
"Oh boys please spare my son
He's never even gotten his dick sucked"
Well I guess he fits the part
Frozen in a slab
I do this shit for the city, swangin'
I've got wood grain in my Leffries
Pimp C is the greatest
Motherfucker, talkin' down is a death wish
Codeine is
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