Lyrics:
to ya first, no 48 nigga
Screaming "Free all the real", y'all can keep the fake niggas
Pull up where you stay, like this where I stay at nigga
By time you
know...
Bitch you say from the 4 nigga and you number one
But you a fatherless child nigga you my stepson
I still remember you when you was just real young
those
Six by six them aint walls them is cold stones
I aint have nobody but my niggas behind walls
Smacks on shit pull skits than sliding off
I go broke
Slap 30 in this motherfuckin', now it's time to go
Ha, knockin' niggas down like dominoes
Run a nigga down, ain't no drive-by
I see these niggas love
foreign I got a griesha
Addicted to God nigga I need a preacher
I been stabbed in my back yeah , by the niggas I trust
Y'all can't hang wit us
Got it
have to be over the age of 18 in order to buy the explicit version of this cd. We have the edited version also.(Mid) nigga fuck that edited bullshit
a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? Y'all niggas do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwing, your wife now cruising
Affect with
Y'all already know what this is homeboy
No no no no no nigga
Fuck what you heard homeboy
Real niggas on deck
Goons is out nigga hey
We do
Yeah the coming is everything
(Just when you thought it was safe
I got to slap taste
Out ya muthafuckin' mouth!, bitch)
Yo! Yo!
It's the MC
get nothing from me
I don't care about no nigga that claim he don't like me I know that his bitch want to hug me
And she slap all my music when y'all in
don't worry)
I got this look look I got this (YEEAAHHH)
I got this look look I got this
(so don't worry)
I tried to tell em I got this i got this
Trae
nightmare!
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap your ass again
And tell
Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock
Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock
Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing
them, Bravehearts
My niggas is coming we just don't stop
why'all niggas is running I'm just goin pop
I twist up my gun up and slap your mouth
With Lil
Turn his noodles into pasta smoke like I'm a Rasta
My shooter from Ghana slap guns like Hakuna Matata
I came from the projects i need me a young
slap her ass and I pull her hair
Tsukuyomi
Let's kick it like rock lee
Girl let's rumble in between the sheets
These niggas can't stop me
I feel like
quiet as kept, my nigga don't start
Or else somebody gon' see they death
Or hate us like that
But this side of Trae it be
Like that all the time
The only
in motion
Got a rapper imma have to slap again but fuck it free promotion
These niggas hate talking coins cause they don't get money
I think they hear
in your raps
You got rap friends (Lame nigga)
You ain't never touch a we can't slap hands
(Uh) yeah, pull that MAC out (Bitch)
Shoot a goofy in his
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
boppin left n right
Bitch I slap slap
Message
Tell y'all niggas do drugs
I'm the plug fw me n run it up
All these niggas n these bitches
Show me love
Y'all already know what this is homeboy
No no no no no nigga
Fuck what you heard homeboy
Real niggas on deck
Goons is out nigga hey
We do
that I know gonna drop you
Wanna be a hot boy, well, I got hot shells
If I slap you with this pistol, don't kiss and tell
Niggas goin' police tryna
a fool
Walk to the sidewalk
Respond to a text
See some niggas slap boxing
I’m like “I got next”
Some shooting dice
Some playing basketball
Some playing
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