Yeah, must be a motherfuckin' fool to think we ain't stayin' on this underground shit.
Trade of truth, nigga, asshole by nature, slow line and motherfuckin' bankin', nigga.
Bout to bring it to your motherfuckin' ass.
It's like that, I like that, I like this, Anna.
That's what it is, that's what I represent.
I'm in your motherfuckin' hood like the president.
Morrigators on my toes, so my kid game sick.
Give you anything, then you better put him up quick.
See him fallin' through the hood like I hit another lick.
I have to tell him I'm the truth while the wrist rides the dick.
Niggas better get they grown man on fuckin' with me.
If they see a nigga struttin', ain't nothin' less than a jinx.
See I roam around the block like I'm lookin' for a homie.
Yeah, I'm posted in the drop on a nice amount of floam
Boys got me rollin', I'm still king on the drone
Sponsor by the hood, so it swangers when I roam
Sittin' in my zone, zone 5 on my waist
If they look and drop the top, so these haters see my face
I'm back with a bad attitude, niggas be actin' gay
I'm bout to put them on they pussy, but fuck it with Mr. Dre
I should've signed with Dr. Dre, cause I'm an A .W .A., a asshole
With a attitude, bitch, what you say? Jump, book
Boys, it get thrash, pop my trunk with certified trash
On a nigga ass, I lean so fast
Fuckin' with the streets, shit get broke like glass
Shit don't stop, I'm up off top
Plus my lil' brother just hit the cell block
My mind half gone, I didn't hit another zone
I advise motherfuckers leave me alone
Nippin' my slab, rippin' my grain
Missin' big hawks on my trunk, bangin' swang
I do it for the hood, ain't shit gon' change
Plus my wrist came through, haters outta range
I used to be broke, now they say I look strange
Probably cause my doors flyin' up like planes
Nigga, Lil Trey, don't play no games
I'm a P -I -M -P, full speed through your thang
I'm lit by the blue, got my niggas in the flame
These niggas better chill, I'm the truth in the game
Never cocaine, so you know it's white mane
If you want me on the zone, get the price right, man
Yeah, that my name, I'll put it on your brain
I'm the leader of the gang, read the ABN chain
It's Trey, the motherfuckin' truth, nigga
Lil' Broz
Swamp in the corner in my coupe cock
Throwin' up the block, got us off the rock
Plus my shit hot, more than hop
Straight to the street top, plus my V9
HPDs on the G's cock, nigga, please stop
Got a ticket for throwin' away a ticket when they stop me
What's in this y 'all gold on my old school jalopy?
Who gon' block me? Watch for the paparazzi, who gon' pop me?
I'm posted with my switchbox, now who the fuck gon' hop me?
I try to keep it bread up and have them niggas head up
They ass who put the smash in the block
Them niggas stand up
I'm hoppin' out the black knack again
Same black knack again
In the same black backpack again
I'ma show you I'm a hoover with a ruger
The holler for some black, it might slide right through ya
Went over the scene, I'm in the all -black Cougar
Swing face up in court like a nigga never knew ya
Turn black to your face before you scream hallelujah
Got a fever of the flavor, so a nigga gotta do ya
Comin' through you with it, lookin' like MacGyver to ya
Made plans for tomorrow, but it seems you're dyin' sooner
So I stays in your head, kinda like a mind tumor
Fuck a nigga, rip off like an out -of -line rumor
Bitch say she fuck boss, but I never ran through her
Bitch mad cause her Gucci hoes smell like old tuna
I know this beat I'm on might sound old to ya
But it's picked out by Trey Gray, boss in the Junior
Certified gangster slash certified shooter
Plus the paint on the whip like the water in Laguna
I took another trip to go and buy another Vroomer
Threw it in the Chevrolet and sent that bitch to the groomer
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