Box Chevy (Remix) Trae tha Truth (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
You rockin with one of the realest right now
Trae Tha motherfuckin Truth
A.B.N, Hustle Gang nigga

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Black glass when I'm hangin out with Mr. Cooper
Black all-stars, yea I keep a couple shooters
Ain't no rip off in this earth that move I can't maneuver
With 30 bricks off in the truck killin all hallelujah
King Truth, all gold niggas
Couple pointers on that big enough to hold Texas
I keep them choppas, you ain't get that message?
But I got insurance, bitch I'm ridin reckless
And I know you say the mice is nice, I just say I'm cooler
The way this bitch choosin her head you think I'm tryna school er
Shit I just tell er what it is, you niggas tryna fool er
Next year I'm tryna cop the city bitch I got the sewer
I threw swingers on a box Chevy
With a couple bangers and that box off in that box Chevy
My money right, get them haters ready
Now now look, it ain't no talkin, hold them niggas steady

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
I try to let you pussy niggas eat
It's time to put your pussy boys to sleep
Pussy niggas always wanna talk
I'm busy getting pussy like a fucking boss