- Trae Tha Truth still on大south死的 歌詞
- Trae Tha Truth
- On the Southside
Candy sprayed, looking so live 84's and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down [Trae]
I'm still low behind tints, swanging to
Southwest
A lot of shit on my mind, still living the stretch
Screw-U I miss you, ain't a damn thang changed
To the day
I'm deceased,
I' ma rep the name
Holding it down for the
South, and the
S.U.C. Ahead of the pack, forever
S.L.A.B. And swanging 4's and vogues, low with
T.V.'s The trunk popped up, and showing that
I'm a G Out the
Dirty Southside, of
H-T-X In a throwback drop, or a four do'
Lex With a throw away glock, when a nigga got plex
I'm fresh off the block, slow-mo in a
Vet Peep game when
I grip the grain,
I'm off the chain
Down the baseline, and cross over the lane
Like A.I., my game is too fly
Blue over gray, when
I pass on by
I'm a B-E-
T, and a Southwest thug
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs
Scrubs, back back give me fifty
Cause wanna be thugs, don't get no love
From the Maab or the click,
Slow Loud
And Bangin'
From the beginning to end,
I ain't never changing
And the East to
Westcoast, is what
I'm ranging
That candy blue, on locks that
I'm staging
Rearranging, your changing thoughts
When I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars
Like Randy
Moss, I'ma play the field
On the hunt for a mill, displaying my skills
Southsive for live, repping my block
My hood on fire, streets is on lock
With the shit that
I got, I'm never gon stop
For Screw
I'ma punch the gas, to the top [Hook x2] [Trae]
If I'm pulling out the garage, better believe it's mine
And if the light is on me, then
I'ma go on and shine
Baller block niggaz, on glass when
I hop the lane
It's a damn shame, the way my top drop and swang
My slab doubling, and niggaz be thinking that it's a game
Trae ain't the same, and leading the line like a train
And I'm in the cockpit, that glide like a plane
When I'm on
Fondren, I be heading down to
Main Like a pimp, hoes
I got by the flock
In a CMC, and low key from cops
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots
I put about four
G's, up in the stash spot
Bleeding the block, at night when
I get my cash
And wood all on my dash, with leather under my ass 2-55, with full speed to mash
When the bops on the block,
I'm full speed to pass
Like Dizzy
Young, cause
I'm young and raw
With no love for the law, that hate a young thug
That's real in the streets, and never been fake
With artillery, for niggaz that
I hate Cause
I'm playa, ain't no way to knock that
When it come to the click, you know
I got that
So you cats, better play the back field
Cause I'm the homerun king champ, and
I'm next to bat
For the Dirty
Southside, and the
Wild Wild
West When it quick to click, or putting the drama to rest
I'm telling these cats, they don't wanna test
Cause the click full of
G's, just might cause a mess
When they in black
Houpes, and they ready to ride
Believe me,
G-Maab ain't playing no games
I ride for the set, to the day
I quit And if it ever come to that, then it's over mayn [Hook x2] [Trae]
I represent for the
Dirty 3rd, when
I shake the block
For P-A-T and
Mafio, I'ma drop the drop
Body rock and catch hot, when these haters jock
And on top of that, watching these boppers bop
On a G like
Trae, since back in the day
When I tip the
Houpe, and flipped up
Few Quay South
Klique for life, with
BJ And Lil'
Shay My brother
Jay'Ton, and the rest of
S.K. But now
I'm in a first class, four do' slab
Getting my shine on, and beating up the
Ave. Still on the
Southside, got niggaz mouth wide
Piss me off, and
I'ma fuck up they inside
Outside, when
I let up my trunk
Six fifteens, and yep they gon bump
Think of touching my shit, you bound to get stomped
I ain't never been a punk, you chose to get dumped
One deep or with a click,
I'm still gon ball
In a DTS, the screens is gon fall
T-R-A-E, I play the game raw
Fin to set this shit off, with no time to stall
For the Screw
K3, they done dropped the chain
And the guerilla got loose, that they tried to tame
And now they feeling this one, from
H-Town to
Spain Now niggaz in the game, be looking so lame
When they see my 4's, running niggaz out the way
When I'm fresh out the
Jag, on candy blue sprayed
When I'm fresh out the
Quay, on customized
Six T.V.'s, banked up on
MLK T-I-N-
T, black on black
I'm thoed
So these niggaz don't know, what
I'm working with
Or what I got inside, late night when
I ride It's gangstafied,
I know you feeling this [Hook x2] [Russell Lee]
We gon hold it down,
On the Southside
Yeah, of H-
Town, it goes down
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