Trae Tha Truth - Stay Fly lyrics

[Trae] You see me on the block every T I roll off The trunk raise up and everything else fall off Slabs is automatic if the South get called off The top raise up and the 4's will crawl out And I use to be a broke n***a stacked up Now I gotta watch out for the roach n***as 24's close f** timid and I blow n***a, anything less than ten G's a joke Come to the H I can show you who the king of the streets is Trae, I can show you who king of the beats is I can show you n***as what a hundred G's is A.B.N. gang might leave a n***a teethless n***a never heard now I'm all up in they face Like a bad yellow b**h I'll be all up in her waist Hit her with the mule now I got her all up in a brace So sick with the game that it should of been a case And my chain hang low ice fed when I strut 20 G's plus still capping on s*uts J's laced up when I'm slipping on cuts And I never been a hoe so they know I got nuts Pa** me the ball I'ma run it for the team f** respect n***a I'ma run it for the green Cop the new whip candy black looking clean Tilt the do's up hopping out Sean jeans Loc's on my face two straps on my hip Blood on my right to my left is a Crip Plus I got sh** that'll make a n***a flip If I get a attitude a**holed finna trip They f**ing with the dub but the hood got love Riding for the truth till they put him in the mud Any other way I'll be coming with a slug H-Town motherf**er I'll show you what it was [Boss] I'm a motherf**ing fool when I pull up on a switch Game never lame when I pull up on a b**h Mouthpiece got 'em sick Hard dick and bubblegum is all that a chickenhead b**h gon get Can't f** with my ends if I get rich Don't scratch up my Benz blue lens with Lorenz n***as don't like when the end sit low And I pop up on three with a mouth full of chips I'm your girl's best friend Call a n***a with my name falling round town for knocking these hoes down All up in my hoe see I beat my do's down From state to state breaking the plate on 4's now You see how the H ride bumper kit Break a smoke on my 3's I'ma stomp a b**h Got hoopers on my side that'll jump a b**h Six foot Zip-Lock sack lunch a b**h If Boss don't bang right go on tell me b**h I'ma load up a clip right punching b**h I see n***as in the streets wanna act like they G's Bang like I'm at home when I'm sailing the seven seas True n***as in my zone but I'm trying to get rid of fleas If you in 5200 don't f** with me please I'ma stack up some cash and pain for real When you see me banging a bad b**h out of Brazil Trying the product on a mill with a drank that sit still Cut Khakis Chucks with my laces on still Check out the tats b**h check out the grill 2 double 0-6 b**h check out the deal I'ma make a b**h made n***a stretch out for real Like a Sunkist n***as get peeled for the scrill You n***as is hoes I'ma call you a tip drill A.B.N. gang never less than a mill