Lyrics:
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
as ice, you remain
Fuck em' all, tell 'em all, "eat shit," here we go again
Said, oh (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
God damn (dum, da-da-da
give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up
They can't afford the pints, by the case that we po'ing up
Young in the game, it's time
tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)
Verse 1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston,
ringing
I know niggas talk on socials
Like that ain't considered singing
All in all what i know
That be all a nigga live by
Standing on this business
I
Different By Choice
I made a way for myself,
So there’s really no need for explaining myself (there’s really no need)
My dues I paid em’ myself,
Took
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Not the type to give em speeches
But I think I might fill up a couple beaches
And if you want give
nigga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta play 'em straight, he get ironed up
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough, I don't give
around
You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I send em to the morgue while keepin' my bitches bouncin' fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em
with the dope ass intro
I'm comin' and comin' with the style, see
It's 'bout time now ain't all business
I believe 'em without the nine
Downin' the 40
to know the deal
Some girls, I just pass 'em by, yeah
(Love injection give the girl satisfaction, yo)
Some girls like it when you're kissing them
Trae but a young nigga ball like the lakers
Real name Isaiah but I go by MightyZay
Running up racks give a fuck what you say
I'm grinding ain't been
Yay!
Show no mercy to a fuck n***a (No Mercy), 187 on a f**k n***a
Show no mercy to these fuck n****s (No mercy), I hit em up, I hit em up, I hit em
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
on the trigger
Like John Wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch
finna get it
Let's handle business
Catch the boy while he piss
Give him a reason to limp
Cause I'm tired of niggas
Who playing like they been a pimp
They
comes da Son
Here He here He comes now
It took a season or so put a seed in to sew
And now I'm reaping the growth
While demons get ghost
I seen 'em
nigga
Gettin' at me ain't what the business is
I kill the kitten if he witnesses
I make it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get some hoes pregnant
Won't speak on no business yea
Tryna get me a m I run up da bag
We goin up
We goin up
Live by the codes I won't speak on no business
Bitch left me down I
bouncin' fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in
get it
Times is money run it up by the minute
Ain't no jabbing I just walk off da pivot just hit up my dawg tol'em we gotta get it
Yea
Circle built
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
You know i never did understand why they
Always told me to smile s
It ain't too much s I gave a smile for
Real talk yo still a ahole by nature
Peep
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