Lyrics:
through
With a tilted bumper kit
Guess who never left
But he back for the first time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
shit
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you
Say it in South Philly
Look, thirty shots
I'm shootin' to peel his top
dirty the south
cnd I Been There i Done That
Power Verse
cnd the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just remember like Nas , I Gave You
wrote this song, to let you know I'm down
I know you know I'm down, I know you know I'll ride for you
[Trae]
I just thought that I'd clear my mind,
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,
time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap
That half these bitches wasn't shit
So I
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
Stars intertwine i don't wanna miss my ride
What comes next cannot be denied
From down South to the East coast
My niggas winning
I got my grind
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down
[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin'
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
my song
Call from the heist, I know y'all better think twice (what?)
about the still number one (uh-huh) South South Bronx (say what?)
At the Latin
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
I'm saying
Trae, Mya huh we bout to set
It off round this motherfucker
Bout time they make way for another guerilla
These other niggas ain't the truth
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
talk
Fuck you ol' punk ass, strong enough for a man made ass niggas
I'm a south side nigga, third ward to be exact
Catch me coming down
Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler
I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
Get
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down
[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I
you fuckers wan' vouch
Going up for the team, now I'm going South
What the fuck ya'll be doing, that shit stresses me out
Ya'll take me for a joke, not
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
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