Yeah
She boy Young Trae man
Back once a motherfuckin' again baby
AGH
Yeah
GGE nigga
Gas Gusta baby
Ten star
You know
What the * you niggas mean?
Y'all don't want war?
I'll mack your little bitch and turn her to a *
And turn the house into a trap and have the homies hangin'
I'm watchin' out for the enemy cause you know he bangin'
Still trippin' over all the * from back in the day
In the kitchen while the whippers still sackin' up gay
Yeah they know me in the hood,
yeah they fucks with Trae
I got respect for I stay real boss plus a killer
So I'm ready for whatever
I'm thuggin' like the mailman,
we walk under weather
I'ma get the job done
People say I'm crazy cause I ride with a drum And 200 round clip,
500 on my hip When I sleep a nigga flip Then I put that on
crip and everything that I love Hella bitches on my dick,
yeah they sure niggas love When I ride through my
city I be sippin' on yak Smokin' weed back to back,
bitch I'm dope like crack And down to leave
a nigga whack Cause I really keep it gangsta,
I ain't just rappin' on this track
I'm dope like crack,
I'm dope like crack I really keep it gangsta,
I ain't just rappin' on this track
Everything I spit's facts My circle real solid,
ain't none of my niggas rats
* you boppin' ass bitches,
I ain't nothin' but facts
Ain't got no time for you hoes,
bitch my mind don't fax
Tryna move a hundred packs,
I want my money in stacks
Ride on you by myself, I don't need no pack
I don't need no group of niggas,
I don't get down like that
You know I talk with my dad,
so bitch nigga what you sayin'
I don't really think you want it, official cash
Nigga when I blast I be on it,
takin' bitch niggas out
And these niggas torn the game so we gon' wear them niggas out
And that's a guarantee cause them
niggas violated the rules of the game
And popped ass niggas,
y'all fuckin' up the game On the first quarter,
they ain't tellin' givin' up the game
Nigga,
y'all tellin' niggas names on the first quarter,
they ain't givin' up the game