Lyrics:
time wasted
They OGs, told me be patient
Dinner time, I don't need no waitress
I can get you what you want, get them hoes the font
Bitch, I'm feelin'
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,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet,
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin' so trife I need Jesus, Jesus)
The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up
land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you need help in the middle
But I don't give a fuck if they park by mine
I've got a thunder trunk
I keep coughin' cause I smoke thunder skunk
I've got the lightning dick, I need
Huh, they gotta feel us on
This one right here mayn h Town to D Town
Bout to mash on these mark ass niggas
Feel what I'm saying
Gotta respect what's
accomplish shit
I need you by my side
Ain't no competish
Long as you got my back like a HMO
And Don't play wit my heart
I won't play wit yo's
Hold it down baby
Respect is what I collect from these niggas
Neck is what I collect from these bitches
I ain't got no time for treacherous dealings
A very thin line
[T.I.]
What? (Nigga, what.)
I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south.
(Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga.
(Try me then nigga.
since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
What is
Man what's the dealy, hold them make them gilly
In the lac jumping trying to pop a dang willy
See I'm just Los, that's all I ever be
y'all remember me
land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you need help in the middle
Stakes, know that
I might, fall back
She's scared, no cap
He's fake, no dap
All I play is the back of the backs
She wanna fuck in the back of the Lac
Shawnna got a 'lac, sittin' on tres
Shawnna don't need no nigga, I'm paid
Shawnna got stacks, Shawnna got grip
Shawnna got that so you better not
Know what I'm sayin'
We just some young Texas niggas
Hol' Up
Thugga
We ride Forgies in foreigns
Close 'Lac doors on fours
Forty pointers in
on the muthafucking corner just bopping
When I just ride by the damn bus stop and
Stop pop trunk and niggaz just jocking
Yeah these hoes just steady be watching
fuckin calendar dawg.
I need ya to send me sumthin.
[Boogelou] (talkin)
I gotcha, what happened?
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Man, I was messin off wit my
what I mean
If his status ain't hood I
Ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier that ain't scared
To stand up for me
throw her on the bed
I tell her I need some head
Her man walked in so I fucking fled
See ya man, I ain't about that life
But what you don't know is that I
she might have done something in.
She holler way across the bar, say baby hit me again.
I need to go another round and party all night long.
Tip
What's the price of being the biggest fool
I'll let you pick and choose
Heaven or Hell?
Angel wings or the devil's shoes?
Don't get me wrong, I want
I want ah hunned racks in the back I don’t act I just stack pockets fat like the booty that I slap
Hol up
I don't Lac drive a Dodge like a Scat ima
I could be banging
You could be talking, I could be singing
I could be slanging, I could be bringing
You what you need, but I stop and proceed
To give
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