Trae Tha Truth - b**hes Ain't sh** lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, you must be a motherf**ing fool To think, we ain't staying on this underground sh** Trae the Truth n***a, a**hole By Nature Slow Loud And motherf**ing Bangin n***a We bout to bring it, to your motherf**ing a** (it's like this and like that, and like this and uh It's like this and like that, and like this and uh) That's what it is, that's what I represent I'm in your motherf**ing hood, like the President [Trae] Mauri gators on my toes, so my kick game sick You in anything less, you better put em up quick See me balling through the hood, like I hit another lick I had to tell em I'm the truth, all the rest riding dick n***as better get they grown man on, f**ing with me If they see a n***a strut, it ain't nothing less than a G See I roam around the block, like I'm looking for a ho Yeah I'm posted in the drop, on a nice amount of chrome Boys got me wrong, I'm still king on the throne Sponsored by the hood, so it's swangas when I roam Sitting in my zone, with five on my waist If they looking drop the top, so these haters see my face I'm back with a bad attitude, n***as be acting gay I'm bout to put em on they p**y, for f**ing with Mr. Trae I should of signed with Dr. Dre, cause I'm a A.W.A A a**hole With a Attitude, b**h what you say Jump up, boys'll get thrashed Pop my trunk, when certified trash On a n***a a**, I lean so fast f**ing with the streets, you get broke like gla** sh** don't stop, I mob off top Plus my lil' brother, just hit the cell block My mind half gone, I dont hit another zone I advise motherf**ers, leave me alone Flipping my slab, gripping my grain Missing Big H.A.W.K., so my trunk banging "Swang" I do it for the hood, ain't sh** gon change Plus my wrist game, threw haters out of range I use to be broke, now they say I look strange Prolly cause my do's flying up, like planes n***a, Lil' Trae don't play no games I'm a P-I-M-P, full speed through your dame I'm loved by blue, and my n***as in the flame These n***as better chill, I'm the Truth in the game Leather c**aine, so you know it's white mayn If you want me on a song, get the price right mayn Keep yelling my name, I'll put it on your brain I'm the leader of the gang, read the A.B.N. chain (*talking*) Yeah, boys got me f**ed up mayn I got this Matter fact, I ain't letting it go nowhere This Trae the motherf**ing Truth n***a, Lil' Boss [Boss] Slumping the corner in my coupe co*ked, going up the block Got it soft to rock, plus my sh** hot One hop straight to the street top, plus my beat knock H.P.D.'s on a G's co*k, n***a please stop Got a ticket for throwing away a ticket, when they stopped me Punching it is gold, on my old school Galoppi Who gon block me, watch for the paparazzi who gon pop me I'm posted with my switchbox, now who the f** gon hop me I try to keep it bread up, and handle n***as head up They asked who put the slash in the block, them n***as said us I'm hopping out the black Lac again, same black mack again In the same, black backpack again I'mma show ya, I'm a Hoover with a ruger The hollow points I'm packing, might slide right through ya Maneuver the scene, I'm in a all black Cougar Straight face up in court, like a n***a never knew ya Point blank to your face, before you scream halleluya Got the fever of the flavor, so a n***a gotta do ya Coming through your window, looking like McGyver to ya Made plans for the mob, but it seems you dying sooner So I stay's in your head, kinda like a mind tumor 'Fore a n***a rip off, like a out of line rumor b**h say she f**ed Boss, but I never ran through ya b**h mad, cause her coochie hole smell like old tuna I know this beat old, might sound old to ya But it's picked out by Trae, Grey, Boss and the Junior Certified gangsta, slash certified shooter Plus the paint on the whip, like the water in laguna I took another trip, to go and buy another puma Threw her in a Chevrolet, and sent that b**h to the groomer