Lyrics:
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
tyin' them
Ain't no point in tryin' these on, they know I'm buying 'em (big boy)
Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites
The street it fucking me up
Cause they fam with the wrath of Trae
And every time I spit it out for the hood
I be repping the squad
And let 'em know that I be
ballin' boys (we ballin' boys)
We ballin' boys (we ballin' boys)
We ballin' boys (we ballin' boys)
We ballin' boys
Whatcha know 'bout them Miami boys
only the real ones, know what I'm sayin'
Hey, them my niggas (hey, that my nigga)
Yeah, him my boy (yeah, that my boy)
Light him up like he
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
to smell what white boy smoking
Then let's pray you saved a match
Look at where he drop that needle
Listen how he hook that latch
White boy show them what
New Benz like send, they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae
So they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac,
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
they always win and they'd been winning for
thousands of years. They know how to play the game
violence and it's easier for them when they can recognise
(Ooh way, ooh way, ooh wha)
I know you want me shawty 'cause I'm a (bad boy)
Hey shawty can't help it, she so so addicted to them rougher fellas
boy
Man up wipe them tears lil boy
You don’t watch that pitch
Imma beat that ass you choose ya switch lil boy
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil
spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now
I'm that pretty boy with them streetlight warm eyes
I'm that pretty boy with the wavy hair like ocean tides
I'm that pretty boy with the summer heat
them boy jumping jumping
I know your type I know just what you like
Double dutch girls that be asking how high
You never met a girl like me to ask why
I
Fly like a Hawk
They gawk as I walk
But soon all the bandwagoners will flock
Let them talk their talk
After this play jaws will drop
Peep the hops
trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you
niggas
What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas
niggas
What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas
the closet
Mama, I like boys, I like pecs
Like them arms when they flex
Like that print in them sweats
Tell them girls, "Thank you, next"
I like when
boys (what?)
Ridin' through The Bay, bumpin' Too $hort (bitch)
Yeah, I got a pocket full of blue boys (Franks)
I got them old hunnids and them new
had to shoot on that block boy
I know some niggas who killing for crumbs 'magine what they'll do for that knot boy
I know some niggas who still in them
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