Trae Tha Truth - Don't f** with Us lyrics

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Trae Tha Truth - Don't f** with Us lyrics

(*talking*) What's the deal know I'm saying, go down mayn Laf-Tex Bout to put it in these boys face, the Don n***a off top Scrap to get it, bloohound know I'm saying All us gotta eat mayn, so we gotta grind for it dog [Hook - 4x] Y'all really don't, wanna f** with us [Trae] I'm a split em up n***a and a Southside real, when I grab the mic I'm guaranteed to bless And guaranteed to wreck, they tal'n bout plex they guaranteed to snap necks and bust big techs Better yet Mike just ball in the mix, scrape the block I'm in a big wide sip AKA sit low Excursion, might knock off me a thoed Suburban I'm a Don Dada street game rap scholar, ain't sh** changed still in a Ramada Running through boppers and doing it raw, when the city get broke I buy the mall When I head to the sea I rock the wall, when I'm on v-dubs no time to stall When I pull up on gla** I'm known to crawl, and when I ride dirty I gotta dodge the laws When thoed C-Loc when I'm on the d-low, me B and Jay'Ton you know we thoed Body rocking in my drop top low, I rip the track and now I'm bout to explode On the mic and drop game like bombs, debanere rap game phenomenon Bout to bomb any n***a in sight, throwing bows with a big red light End the night I ride on chumps, pop my trunk on any n***a that bump And when I dump these punks gon scat, say slow your roll cause I ain't about to chit-chat That's a fact and I'll let it be known, respect my mind you standing in my zone Southside Texas that's where I roam, and I'm thoed in the mind and gone in my zone [Den Den] Move up the sound, on my automatic cannon Muscle still smoking, nobody's standing I'm running it, I'll act a fool If another n***a say, that he selling Screw Have you ever, seen his face Or did you cop the style, off a Screw Tape Duct tape, me a bootlegger Had him on his knees, plea barging and begging Save your nuts, cause I don't give a damn True blue soldier, that's what I am These other n***as, belong in a dump 'Fore I let em face the click, pull a pump Jump, but don't get it criss-crossed We said it in deep, trying to fliss-floss We slow and low, and we six deep Day, Screw slowing down the tempo [Hook - 4x] [Buddah Man] S.U.C. is who we are, coldest n***a you ever saw We thugged out and that's on the bar, co*k back ready for war Got fans drawing like Billy the Kid, haters plotting I'll split your wig Listen just for a n***a to dig, I'm iced up my feel is big This game real but boys none, won't stop till my job's done Ain't no fun we packing guns, sitting heavy bout two tons I'm one of the ones like P-A-T, off with your head if you f** with me Hauling n***as off ain't nothing to me, cause ain't nan n***a got love for me You n***as act like you ain't got enough of me, my lifestyle been rough for me But luckily I live luxury, I shake FED's without even touching me You can't f** with this n***a done told you twice, verbal attack ain't nothing nice Get a grip on that a** just like a vice, you roll the dice you pay the price [T-Pop] These n***as already know, that it's Southsi' for li' 4:30 in the morning, and I'm still block bleeding With my hand on my heater, just in case a n***a slipping Pick him off at night time, with my 20/20 vision They got a cracker saying, that I'm a rat now Friends turn to foes, now you scared now Hiding behind love, but that won't save ya Laf-Tex South, suppose to meet ya But b**h I'm all in, coward I'm all in Do what I wanna do, and ain't no falling Ain't no stalling, ain't no snitch in my blood I done found out your b**h a**, trying to be a thug Get filled with slugs, cause I don't play no games Peruvian flakes n***a, I'm uncut c**aine I put you to shame, anytime you step to the plate And that knows that the Juggler b**h, is far from fake [Mike D] I don't know what make em think, that can hang with us Never seen em in the hood, with a grain of dust But they swear to God, they came up with us Where my real mo'f**ers, get them thang-thangs up I been serving blocks to the streets, since 9-3 And serving dicks to these bops, till they a** can't see Should of named my lil' daughter, I-Tina for the moves I made On I-10 blending in, getting them dividends Y'all know me, it's the Hogg Corleone Mobbing with my lil' bro, T-Pop Kapone Laf-Tex/C.F.E., we got a game plan now They can't fade now, watch the K spray now I'm like Luda, move get out the way Lay it the f** down, I'm about the gun play And I represent, from the Tre to Vesay Corleone's back, and I'm having it my way come on [Hook - 3x]

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