Lyrics:
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Trunk beatin' like it masturbate
I got a couple niggas mad
Tell them I ain't finna pass the plate
I finna know that they ass is fake
So tell them
stunners
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us
Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're
niggas dead)
But only gangsta round the time they nose running
(Them niggas dead)
I call my shooter "yes man" he no's nothing
(He knows nothing)
I get in
showed me love I could see ryt through
I had this anger in my heart I had to let it loose
I can't be trippin wit them boys you be Talkin too
Keep
showed me love I could see ryt through
I had this anger in my heart I had to let it loose
I can't be trippin wit them boys you be Talkin too
Keep
Yea
It's ya boy Mack Trae
Sending this one out to my ladies
To let you know somebody understand
What you go through
Yea
Yea
She say she just want
bitches' back
I hear them boys coming (hey)
Who am I? You answer, you know it's 'bout the grammar
From any state, it don't matter, from here to Montana
Messing with Trae I got a army
Plus a line of blue and red cars
That don't know how to sit still
Neon lights get woke up every time
That they drop another
(*talking*)
Screwzoo, what's the deal baby
Lil' Trae up in here, putting it down
Trying to hold it down, know I'm saying
Everybody out here,
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
Let's give them something to talk about
This the streets, this Trae Tha Truth
Houston what they do? DJ Khaled
Dade County 305, We The Best Music up
turned all the way up
It's too early for school to let out
And the Pastor's boy just threw a cigarette out
I sure hope there ain't beer in them cups
turned all the way up
It's too early for school to let out
And the Pastor's boy just threw a cigarette out
I sure hope there ain't beer in them cups
tell them D-boys to drop that
Show up at yo' house, tell them D-boys to drop that
Show up at yo' house, tell them D-boys to drop that
Let me get that up
(Sett)
She throw her ass, call it throw back
(Throw back)
Boy, you so broke, you got no cash (Br)
Young Trae a boss in the making, huh
Very Rare, that is
just poured a hunnid dollar
Lean inside of two cups fuck the other side
Know somebody wanna shoot us
We don't be with broke boys
Who ain't ever knew us
(*talking*)
The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young Dyno
In here with Trae, D and S.L.A.B
We representing this to the fullest mayn, AK's loaded
raised up by them stop
Signs where them Cutlasses burn rubber dog
Caprice's on them 28's and truck
Hitches with swangin' balls
Them country boys with big
Overseas I'm killin'em
Played the cards you dealt and boy now I'm dealin'em
Yeah I stayed and scrapped
It was like ten of them
Sub-Zero finished them
them boys, shake it (now shake it)
Let's go, boys suck
Make me sick, inflated egos
Little dicks, use them up
Spit em out, I H-A-T-E boys!
I hate
them boys, shake it (now shake it)
Let's go, boys suck
Make me sick, inflated egos
Little dicks, use them up
Spit em out, I H-A-T-E boys!
I hate
you probly got it from me
(So let's toast to that)
The streets took some of my closest friends,
This ain't for y'all, this a toast to them
(So let's
on the microphone?
Leave that crack alone, let's go...
Let's Go!
I said, Let's Go!
Come on, boy! Let's Go!
Better than me?
[Verse 3]
Picture that with a Kodak
I
a picnic
Galleria boy I was getting it
Playing shows spreading my name
But it was so hot the summer's insane
At South by south west
It was put
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