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say know I'm saying

We gon smile fa sho



[Trae]

Sitting low behind tints, swanging to Southwest

I got a tech to the chest, penetrating the plex
Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

How you ridin'? Bad
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher
and I represent
With that room, we hiding behind tint

If you real, won't you go and throw your hood up
And if you skurred, all you bitches gotta
ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

How you
Asshole By Nature

[Trae]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in
high behind mob tint 

These ain't nothin' But my kush theoriez 
These ain't nothin' But my kush theoriez 
These ain't nothin' But my kush theoriez
It's J go see Harry's own
His heartbeat pumps through my flesh and bone
Flippin' with Trae
Mobbin' down MLK
He's blue up with grey
On tint on southern
got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face boo not behind your back
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
Funny never find that,
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do 
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you 

Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
think and meditate
Set behind the pace of the CL's war face
Cras and tints, making blueprints for over six figure salaries
Luchified, cause many did
through the tint recognized a jack
Two brothers strolled up
Talkin' bout get out
Donald D blazed
Shot one fool through his fuckin' mouth
Why would they step
spot
But you was ready so we never left the parking lot
You climbing in the back
I'm right behind ya
The tint so dark
I'm hoping I can find ya
But
of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin' through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint
rewind

Hit the trap with a whole key
Blowing dope by the OZ
Behind tints moving low key
I think that you should know me
Yeah, I heard that you taken
I
girls, but I know behind the curtains
They gon get down and dirty, on a camera while I slam her
Goddamn I love Atlanta, chop a pistol, grip a hammer
no to anybody
I ain't never, had a friend like him
I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish I was in the wind like him
He took me to the Kappa for
back, I'm a man dude with a attitude
And I'm too quick to click, Lil' Trae is a damn fool
In my zone leave me alone, I ain't trying to be fucked with
and it all come crashing
Malice with Mr. Kardinal
Behind dark tint like we on the prowl
Nothing like money make a bitch loose her blouse
Well done homie,
Niggas ain't gon' shit, then get the fuck up off the toilet stool
Bent behind my tints, I commence to take these boys to school
Don't drive no yellow
fear dude
Gettin' shine off of my rhyme for like a year or two, still got the police lights up in my rearview
Damn, as I sit behind a tint, in a car
have 'em big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt

So don't be stuntin', respect that
the witness didn't show up

Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
Then all those
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
of summers ago I was cooking and scrubbing pans
Drink 'till I get ruckus-spinned
Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the cutless tint
Floating in

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