We Mashin Out S.L.A.B. (Ft. Kepoe, Mr. 3-2 & Pharoah of Street Military)

[Trae]
Fucking it up until a nigga had enough
Ya see I'm rough and I'm tough no afro puffs
But I'm gone in a rage with a twelve gauge
On the front page and I bet I'm finna call your bluff
Still so playa flying to Himalayas
Pulling up in the hood wide body valeter
I'ma shot call like I'm the Mayor
For the 2K2 I'm a rap rhyme sayer
Debanere rap game one of a kind
Breaking it down I bet I'm fin to leave a nigga behind
I ain't lying I'm finan get this bitch crunk
Make a nigga have a wreck when he pop his trunk
Somebody finna get dumped trunk
I don't give a damn bout a nigga who claiming they down with me
Niggas be hoes straight up fly to me
You don't wanna see that heat on side of me
Trae ain't tripping I'm finna flip a nigga off
I done paid the cost Guerilla Maab in the do'
I don't need nan nigga up in my face
You better beat your feet and at a faster pace
Like your name was Flow Joe
Come with a AK out the fo' do'
Bust me a nigga then I'm out the backdo'
Taking me a trip to Acapulco what hoe