Lyrics:
on an instrumental
Guided by the most high
And I get sentimental
I know how it feels
To have nobody you can vent to
Le doy gracias a papa Dios
Por un año mas
Tu estas
by 2's
Bitch I don't get tired
I'm busy as fuck tryna make it
I'm caking off streams in the matrix
Im tryna put P in the latest and greatest
[Intro: Reel]
Got the whole crew in this bitch, you feel me?
(Yuh)
[Verse 1: Reel]
Woke up this morning I told that big brodie gon run it up
I was
it right boy, aight boy?
Man why you such a hype boy?
Why you always talk about being black?
Skin too white, nigga fuck that
Everything you talk
Major go dumb on this bitch he go sped
Haha
Tha biggest m
Oh aight Meezy so fucking major
Oh aight bitch you on to sum now major
I mean like this
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
was it you thought
Until he kicked your ass and took back all the shit that he bought
Now you're lookin for a shoulder to lean on
Bitch, I sho' hate
and mingle
They say "how you do it?" But it's really simple
B*tch I pull up and I don't gotta dribble
And we put in work and I'll make it triple
Time flies
that shit if you frisk me
Already goin' up in this bitch, it's risky
Ah-ha, foenem lose control up in this bitch like Missy
And you ain't never say
is doin' numbas'
the oldest to the youngest
I don't mind servin' yall
just dont say you got it from us
Get a project bitch
Then run her house hot
Make
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
So it's best, to stay the fuck away from Trae
[Trae]
When the fuck, these niggaz gon learn
I've been the realest thang, that done came in they life
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
hit take it here
Rise got shot up over some punk shit
In the club beef with some niggas over some dumb bitch
They say wooly was caked up off some
(Who, yeah, who, yeah, who, yeah yeah)
I got a lightskin bitch don't play like Philly the jersey and she run the plays
And it could get dirty if he talk
we see you niggaz to see
Straight up, it's my cousin Trae nigga
These bitch ass niggaz can't fuck with you
[Chorus]
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Trae
Trae
T T fucking K bitch
Clips on clips I'll never not stay strapped
Chain in the air and a lighter
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
exactly what ya like, this right here goin get ya right
Especially if it’s kinda tight, if you relax you’ll be aight
Surrounded by a lotta hype, guess my
the bitch I am, payed it no mind
Gave niggaz that then hoped in the ride
Pulled out the heat from under the seat
Make sure the doors locked and the guns
bout he got the flu and all that, come on, man
And that bitch got a big fucking head and shit, man, what the fuck, man
Aiyo, Ghost, look-look, check it
Passport overseas please don't bother me okay
Bitch aight now I'ma fuck with ya
Aight okay
Nigga I'm the realest you know I can't fake it
Two hits in a row
Assholes By Nature, peep game
I remember comin up labeled the lil'nigga
Watchin niggas fuck over they own
But see I kept it realer
But bein real ain't
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