Lyrics:
Chamillitary mayne
No no other bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better buck us
Cause the cluckers they love us
No no other bullet
the Glock cocked, sucker don't jock me up
Fuck a drive by, nigga take dead aim
Load him up in a frame and
Knock his ass out the game
Boom boom was
(Yeah)
(Find a nigga)
(Catch a nigga ass)
(Hawk his ass down)
(Trae Young, nigga)
(Atlanta Hawks, nigga)
(Trae-Sneak-A-Down)
(No, Trae Young, nigga)
take a step back
Cause I shoot it like I'm
Trae Young
Hands Up
I can knock a nigga out a
Timezone
Times Up
Right fist like to kiss upon the jawbone
Get
the truck
and thats when i seen it there, the turdy point buck
the turdy point buck?
turdy point buck (5x)
well he was eight foot tall,
weighed twelve
Ways to get up
Ways to get up
Only one way down
I was raised to get up
Raised to get up
Raised to get up
Only one way down
I’m not phased
By the buck
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
Out here smelling, feeling and looking like a million bucks
Whenever you ready
I'll be smelling, feeling and looking like a million bucks
Chilling old
fuck with me for bucks
I up the choppa and I let it bust
NOOO!
He tried to finesse me for bucks
We up on them choppas and rip his shit up
Now she wanna
bucks, big bucks, big bucks, big bucks, big bucks, big bucks
Iced chains, new pendants, new presidents all blues what's up
I love how you balled on me back
and the fortune but shit exhausted and only want portions
Live in a cabin on an island, surrounded by ocean, three females I told ya
Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck
put him by
A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve gauge
I could've deep-sixed him, wouldn't bat an eye
Well, he's not like we are, see he
Origami
Godo (ARG)
Produced by
Fly Melodies
Release Date
December 23, 2019
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[Letra de ""Origami""]
[Intro]
Nah-nah-nah-nah,
Imma keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
I've had enough
I've had enough
I'm running it up
Running it up
Feeling like its all on me
I'm the one
I'm
Lets Rawl! (roll)
Chorus
(David Banner)
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Buck jump
little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is-
Buck into-Buck into me with my Rambz
I'm carvin' the number six in
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
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
back
One thang I know fa sho
I'm going down in history for this one
Trae the motherfucking Truth
I'm pushing this bitch asshole By Nature
Now they hear
Yeah, you must be a motherfucking fool
To think
We ain't staying on this underground shit
Trae the Truth nigga, Asshole By Nature
Slow Loud
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