f/ Trae(*talking*)Ha, S.U.C. to the motherfucking fullestMe and my nigga Trae and DuwanSteady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe assBitch made niggas, I got my switchblade nigga[Hook - 2x]We ride on niggas, and disguise on niggasGlock cocked we hop out, and surprise on niggasFiending to pull another homicide, on niggasSo I keep my enemies close, and my eyes on niggas[Z-Ro]I keep my eyes on niggas, cause they watching meSetting up road blocks, planning on stopping meBut they can't stop me G, cause I'm way too throwedBlowing on dro, so I'm way too blowedI'm way too dranked out, sipping on barDon't matter who you is, don't matter who you areI flip with my kin folk, Jay'TonGot my motherfucking, AK onYour motherfucking fo'headLike Darrel Burton, I'll be leaving many mo' deadUp in the motherfucking bushes, nigga don't push meI'll leave the scene red and gushy, like pussyDon't give a fuck about nothing, but my paperHolla at you later, me and Trae and Jay about to pull a caperRunning up in your motherfucking house, today and tomorr-aTaking your TV, and your V-C to the R-a[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]I don't give a fuck, no mo'It's the nigga Ro, and I stay on droGotta have a crease, in my motherfucking clothesStanding on the stage, rock a crucified showHolla at the Trae, holla at the Jay'TonI can make the season change, at the wave of a wandWe don't give a damn about nothing, but stackingReneglade packing, steady bad ac'ingAsk Lil' C, cause he's a bad actorThat's my damn partna, man and we afterNothing but the platinum placks, gold placks and all of thatFatter stack, cause we don't know how to actWe don't jack, nigga we get it legalI'ma have a bitch barking, that's my desert eagleOnce it bark, everybody gon listenEverytime I smile, my gold and diamond glissen[Hook - 2x][Trae]We ride on niggas, then we glide on niggasPopping trunk on 4's, and look fly on niggasIf a nigga talking down, I'm fin to slide me a niggaPut his ass six feet, then I'll be a grave diggerThat's the Trae, the nigga from the MaabAnd I don't give a damn, you see me strutting in my dobI'm looking so playa in a throwback, with a black LacGrab a gat where the haters at, time to push backLike I'm Fat Pat doing em raw, I put it downOne more time for the shine, when I put it on I'm blindHave they ever seen a G, like TraeComing through sideways, flip the Few QuayRepping for the blue and the gray, all dayYou ever see my mug, get to mean that I don't playI'm quick to spray, I'm with a K and a Mack 1-0I'm fin to leave a bitch dead, with a tag on the toe[Hook - 2x]
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