Lyrics:
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
It's the double OG with the platinum Whiskers
Cat and a hat that always Look suspicious Fourth Generation Confederates Jacked me up
Y'all know real
of thinkin'
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it's cool
I'm still livin' over East
We still chillin', sippin'
the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me (what?)
I'm after the day of judgment, I'm still before the
Jury, explainin'
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
got a grievance
Take it up with me and Trey, Mic and J
Don't like it?
Hey I feel I got to say I'm a savage
Hook
I'm a (savage) savage yeah (yeah)
They
got a grievance
Take it up with me and Trey, Mic and J
Don't like it?
Hey I feel I got to say I'm a savage
Hook
I'm a (savage) savage yeah (yeah)
They
cried i passed away
I might die tomorrow so i gotta live today
The trenches call me City but my mom still call me Trey
And my moms know i dont play
Clorox
to what's important
Baerly scratchin' on the surface when I remind my choices
That I made, take to the grave, it's really poison
We lift up our voices
knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From the down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just
Trey Stax
Stick em up Stax
Yea ummm
Can't tell you what I'm finna be
But I'm from Hyde Park ten a key
I mastermind this industry
Now cut the check
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
temptation of booze had me soaring
Abnormal, ever since Trey's, I was sober
Remember them winters got colder
I loved the snow up in Denver and Boulder
Now I'm
throw up that finger
Hey yo, yo, yo throw y'all fingers up
Thug style, baby, thug style, y'know?
Tell me, baby, are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
Still the only place for me is by your side
Another burnt out lamp in lonely town
Another one-arm-bandit gone and let me down
My whole life inhaled
Dick in her mouth, she chew that
Birkin bag fit the trey deuce
In the kitchen, crack the window, the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two
throw up that finger
Hey yo, yo, yo throw y'all fingers up
Thug style, baby, thug style, y'know?
Tell me, baby, are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
'cause that's who by me (we talkin')
I lay shit out, no deathbeds, plug shit up, no IV (woo)
Walk shit down like Michael Meyers, who the fuck gon' try
Draco
The witness is still in shock (Brrr)
Fluffin' a brick of this yayo
I tilt the pot (Whip)
Tuckin' this fifth, you play with me
You getting shot
tryna give you everything you deserve
You fucking with that nigga know he's a nerd
Already booked the table for two yeah it's reserved
Trey hit me up like
break at sea
I'll be there waitin, I'm that sandy beach
I'm that same old dog, scratchin' those same fleas
I'll be by your side, you can count on me
It's
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
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