Lyrics:
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
I got it on me, yeah
And I'm gon' squeeze it
See them my boys, I'ma be
There whenever they need me, huh
Drive-by, let off a few shots
Damn Lu got
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
Barker
Back to the beat, see we gotta go
Hit you with the fire trucks, everybody better know
That we 'bout to let it blow and we gotta get it yo
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
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
Flame catch me hangin' where the G's at
Rob a dope boy, I ain't worryin' bout prison
Can't call the police 'bout them bricks in the kitchen
Don't let me
and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop
I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
(*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,
(*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
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
got our run on
Cause you gotta know that when we get
?
Ain't gotta question if you gotta (c'mon)
And hurt 'em up (give it to 'em)
Let them 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
Yeah yeah, same shit every day
You know what it is
Floretoms
Yeah yeah yeah
To the top boys let's get it
To the top boys let's get it
To the top boys
watch to Starburst too,
Put them Lemon Heads in yo ears,
Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo fingers,
Now you're envied by yo peers,
And I'ma get yo ass in
I hear you know a couple niggas that'll let the thang loose
Yea you fuck with them boys, make the cocaine move
You roll hard with the hittas, go by
[Dougie D]
What you know about the boys in Texas, we sipping and swang
And knocking and gripping the grain, and floss and let the screens rain
slowly
I be finessin', you think that it's holy
I could probably get you VIP with the floor seats
Tell your boy back, back yeah, he don't know me
Yeah, I
Dipset, Dipset, uptown!
Dipset, Dipset, uptown!
Dipset, Dipset, uptown!
Dipset, Dipset, uptown!
Who them boys everybody wanna be? Dipset
Who
Yeah, boy
Dem better ring the alarm, boy
Dem know what's coming, boy
Buck, buck, buck
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, fuckin'
Barker
Back to the beat, see we gotta go
Hit you with the fire trucks, everybody better know
That we 'bout to let it blow and we gotta get it yo
around let's catch in
Contact from that marijuana
This one for Paso, This one for LDB
This one from millie Jackpot yeah
You know the team
Ridin' in
niggaz is showing love
Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up
Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do'
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