Trey, woah-woah. Yeah, yeah, hey y'all know y'all done fucked up right? So the type of shit to help a nigga when a nigga need the trap to go up nigga. Y'all playing with dope come back and do this shit again. Y'all know this gon' be another 20 year run nigga. Hey Shaw these niggas playing with it, we gotta show these niggas who the best
the streets is talking to them bitches I'm listening Y'all gon' me whip a quarter mil up wit my wrist and shit Shawty Redd got the beat Snow back on his Snow shit The way I feel nigga I might call up my old coupe bubble eye I was paying 24 Transaction at the car wash from the store That was off of Candler Road in DeKalb mall Back when me and hit up Ts and had a damn ball About the time I the coupe just to hang up out the roof Drop them halves and wholes on Madden and I duck and block boy the truth Then I that Bentley up cause frankly I ain't give a fuck pursue that rapping shit, you name is hot, you blowing up Nigga Pump hit me up, a young nigga signed a (?) call me the bad boy They was in them but your boy was in that Rollie Who gon' talk them chickens like he working at Chipotle
If you're really your issues, three fingers in the air If you got your pistol with ya, fingers in the air If you really ride foreign, three in the air If you get paper you touring, three fingers in the air All my bitches, three fingers in the air Don't affiliate with snitches, fingers in the air My young niggas riding leather, fingers in the air (?) three in the air
I paid dues, lawyer fees and drivers Had the rims so I had to buy XL tires Got in jack town was a little off the rap My nigga Boo Rossini had to and bail me out if they find two mil? Bitch y'all know that it was 3 Riding green Murcielago, y'all know was me I done had so Lambs' that I'm Lambo'd out I'ma have to buy a Cutlass I already had See I wear my to my first meeting with Def Jam Walked in and LA Reid "you see it" Bald head, top on Collins, I'm 2Pacing They found my prints on the rocks, I'm tube sockin'
If you're really bout your issues, three in the air If you got your pistol with ya, three in the air If you ride foreign, three fingers in the air If you get paper like you touring, three in the air All my real bitches, fingers in the air Don't with snitches, three fingers in the air My young riding leather, three fingers in the air (?) three in the air
This watered down shit I keep hearing on the nigga. We going back to the streets nigga, the radio is the streets nigga. Hey y'all know y'all done fucked up right? Trey