(feat. Tae)

[Hook x4: Tae]

Oooooh-ooooh-ooh-oooooh

[Trae]

Yeah the ^!$$% okay but I feel he ain't pimping
flipping 4-4's but I bet he ain't tipping
Dick riding the slab from the grain that I'm gripping

hollow tips in the clip might leave a ^!$$% limping
Flag on the right so I know he ain't Crippin'
I roll with five deuce so I know he ain't tripping

Unless he acting a $$# and he ready for the whipping
I'll lean on a (*##$ Fat Joe edition
Back and I'm all about unlimited paper stacks

in a Lac with the swangas dipped in black
$#&@ fly (*##$ I'm bringing the thugging back
I know my ^!$$%z in the hood be loving that

Wanna raise on the block that I'm hugging that
see that (*##$ with that $$# I'm rubbing that
Mouthpiece garunteed I'm hauling that

^!$$%z say they got ice I'm dubbing that
Asshole with a hell of a attitude
^!$$%z coming up bumping then I'm leaving 'em latitude

I bet they (*##$ $$# know bout that there
got my money right don't doubt that there
Unless you wanna see what I bring out

twenty thee plus so they know I bling out
Hoes be on dick so the cell phone ring out
representing till they let King D out


[Tae]
Call me what you wanna, playing with a pimp persona

Said that I get it from the corner, struggling no longer
I'm getting younger it makes you wonder, far thing from being under
Let the truth be told, I'm tired of the same $$# game

^!$$%z bull%#@! ways, step it up for a change
Cause I really just can't see, my self settling for no anybody
That be $#&@ing with me, claiming that he got game but the big face seen

Just keep it real like a G, cause eventually you'll try to sell a dream
About getting money, so come correct with me


[Hook x4]

[Tae]

No Mr. wanna-be playas, I'm not feeling your ways
In my hand I see the grands, on my finger no ring
But it seems that you bout that change, not coming up to my mind frame

Got to be about your paper chase, 'stead of trying to run lame $$# game
Just keep it playa, let me see you hold it down keep your weight up
But I know ya who thugging thangs up, keep it fly @@#!ed for his paper

Rolling big bodies no sweepers, talking ^!$$% ain't no need to creep up
Creep up, I'm the one on my team real ^!$$%z just say just what they mean


[Hook x4]

[Trae]

They don't wanna see me act bad, like the young Trae
That attack the track, and hit it for the one way matter fact
I pack the Mac, for the gun play

Let it be known, guerilla ^!$$%z do it one way
Any one day, in the drop $#&@ a Hondai
Loc's on my face, top dropped for the sun rays

$#&@ing with the Boss, three wheeling in a six tre
With a (*##$ on a ^!$$% dick, down west state
Fo' do's up to the sky, with the hood falling

And I might sit @@#!ed, for the boppers calling
Truck was crawling, slow from the weight I was hauling
Paint was glossing, so I'm with the $#&@ I'm flossing

Still I'm tossing game, from the H to Austin
Put it up on threes, like Bird in Boston
For the athletes, spit it till a ^!$$% exhausted

Wanna hear the mouthpiece, but it might just cost 'em
I stunt, on a hater
Might not shine now, but I bet I shine later

Feeling like Pokey, half dog half gator
Bonafied thug, with a little bit of playa
Back on note for the pimp that I am, and the G that I be
With a game full of Loc's, representing for the C
In a click full of real, representing for the B

I'm a $$#hole ^!$$%, out the S.U.C.

[Hook x4]