Trae Tha Truth - Slugs lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug & Trae tha Truth] Young n***a taking off on them percs Young n***a putting in that work Young n***a let that chopper do the murking Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt Young n***a throwing up their sets Us n***as running through these checks Hundred jam I still no flex [?] I'm just running through a check I'm on that same thing, look at this change man I'm just running through a muhf**in' check dawg Give me my change man this ain't no game man Look how this chain hang And he ran through a muhf**in' check dawg [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Chasing this check I'm not talking athletics but I keep my money in lockers If I make the call just know I got young shooters who ride like American choppers They hustle for [?] in the kitchen they cooking the food [?] Don't let a coke dealer but for the right paste they perscribe Actavis like a Doctor Drop this what I call it [?] rubber Chopper disconnected like it's not together It's the truth [?] I am not a feather I just hold these [?] like I'm Roc-A-Fella If your leeches [?] I am not the seller She can be with me it's what I'm not to tell her [?] like I'm a acapella If she here for [?] I am not that fella Give me my chicken if not a minute later Swingers I'm tippin' I should've been waiter [?] cause everything is Gaitor