[Hook: Young Thug]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'm a save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'm a call my partner 'fore her, I fuck her mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other
Every time I fuck, I gotta hit me least like two bitches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Who the fuck told them that Trae not the king of the streets, shit I rep like no other
Yea I get money like Diddy, but everything else by me came out the gutter
That's why I pull up with no ceilings like Weezy, yelling fuck a hater no rubber
Dare one of you pussies to run up on me, it be over put that on my mother
I-I am not backing down, hang up my chopper, no fucking round
Fucking with me, I'm a shut it down
Bullets come flying, no ducking down
Won't nothing be funny, I'm not a clown
Have killers and (jail) niggas touching down
Shut the fuck up, not a fucking sound
You no longer shit cause I'm back in town
Money so long, I ain't got a fucking limit
Haters get brushed, name shit (shouldn't been in it)
Hoes ain't shit, give em' back like they rented
Trusain bolt, every night I run up in it
Everything black, presidential lose city
Niggas can't see me like a young nigga tinted
Home town temple, for the crown I'll win it
Stay on point, other niggas can't pin it
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'm a save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'm a call my partner 'fore her, I fuck her mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other
Every time I fuck, I gotta hit me least like two bitches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Who the fuck told them that Trae not the king of the streets, shit I rep like no other
Yea I get money like Diddy, but everything else by me came out the gutter
That's why I pull up with no ceilings like Weezy, yelling fuck a hater no rubber
Dare one of you pussies to run up on me, it be over put that on my mother
I-I am not backing down, hang up my chopper, no fucking round
Fucking with me, I'm a shut it down
Bullets come flying, no ducking down
Won't nothing be funny, I'm not a clown
Have killers and (jail) niggas touching down
Shut the fuck up, not a fucking sound
You no longer shit cause I'm back in town
Money so long, I ain't got a fucking limit
Haters get brushed, name shit (shouldn't been in it)
Hoes ain't shit, give em' back like they rented
Trusain bolt, every night I run up in it
Everything black, presidential lose city
Niggas can't see me like a young nigga tinted
Home town temple, for the crown I'll win it
Stay on point, other niggas can't pin it
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