Trae Tha Truth - Representin lyrics

[Hook: Tae - 4x] Oooooh-ooooh-ooh-oooooh [Trae] Yeah the n***a okay but I feel he ain't pimping Flipping 4-4's but I bet he ain't tipping Dick riding the slab from the grain that I'm gripping Hollow tips in the clip might leave a n***a limping Flag on the right so I know he ain't Crippin' I roll with five deuce so I know he ain't tripping Unless he acting a a** and he ready for the whipping I'll lean on a b**h Fat Joe edition Back and I'm all about unlimited paper stacks In a Lac with the swangas dipped in black f** fly b**h I'm bringing the thugging back I know my n***as in the hood be loving that Wanna raise on the block that I'm hugging that See that b**h with that a** I'm rubbing that Mouthpiece garunteed I'm hauling that n***as say they got ice I'm dubbing that a**hole with a hell of a attitude n***as coming up bumping then I'm leaving 'em latitude I bet they b**h a** know bout that there Got my money right don't doubt that there Unless you wanna see what I bring out Twenty thee plus so they know I bling out Hoes be on dick so the cell phone ring out Representing till they let King D out [Tae] Call me what you wanna, playing with a pimp persona Said that I get it from the corner, struggling no longer I'm getting younger it makes you wonder, far thing from being under Let the truth be told, I'm tired of the same a** game n***as bullsh** ways, step it up for a change Cause I really just can't see, my self settling for no anybody That be f**ing with me, claiming that he got game but the big face seen Just keep it real like a G, cause eventually you'll try to sell a dream About getting money, so come correct with me [Hook - 4x] [Tae] No Mr. wanna-be playas, I'm not feeling your ways In my hand I see the grands, on my finger no ring But it seems that you bout that change, not coming up to my mind frame Got to be about your paper chase, 'stead of trying to run lame a** game Just keep it playa, let me see you hold it down keep your weight up But I know ya who thugging thangs up, keep it fly co*ked for his paper Rolling big bodies no sweepers, talking n***a ain't no need to creep up Creep up, I'm the one on my team real n***as just say just what they mean [Hook - 4x] [Trae] They don't wanna see me act bad, like the young Trae That attack the track, and hit it for the one way matter fact I pack the Mac, for the gun play Let it be known, guerilla n***as do it one way Any one day, in the drop f** a Hondai Loc's on my face, top dropped for the sun rays f**ing with the Boss, three wheeling in a six tre With a b**h on a n***a dick, down west state Fo' do's up to the sky, with the hood falling And I might sit co*ked, for the boppers calling Truck was crawling, slow from the weight I was hauling Paint was glossing, so I'm with the f** I'm flossing Still I'm tossing game, from the H to Austin Put it up on threes, like Bird in Boston For the athletes, spit it till a n***a exhausted Wanna hear the mouthpiece, but it might just cost 'em I stunt, on a hater Might not shine now, but I bet I shine later Feeling like Pokey, half dog half gator Bonafied thug, with a little bit of playa Back on note for the pimp that I am, and the G that I be With a game full of Loc's, representing for the C In a click full of real, representing for the B I'm a a**hole n***a, out the S.U.C [Hook - 4x]