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Trey, woah-woah. Yeah, yeah, hey y'all know y'all done fucked up right? So this the type of shit to help a nigga when a nigga need the trap to go up nigga. Y'all playing with dope come back and do this shit again. Y'all know this gon' be another 20 year run nigga. Hey Shaw these niggas playing with it, we gotta show these niggas who the best Heard the streets is talking to them bitches I'm listening Y'all gon' make me whip a quarter mil up wit my wrist and shit Shawty Redd got the beat banging Snow back on his Snow shit The way I feel nigga I might call up my old bitch Lexus coupe bubble eye I was paying 24 Transaction at the car wash cross from the store That was off of Candler Road in South DeKalb mall Back when me and Shawty hit up Ts and had a damn ball About the time I bought the coupe just to hang up out the roof Drop them halves and wholes on Madden and I duck and block that boy the truth Then I picked that Bentley up cause frankly I ain't give a fuck Snow pursue that rapping shit, you name is hot, you blowing up Nigga Pump hit me up, a young nigga signed a background Cause (?) call me the bad boy They was in them Breitlings but your boy was in that Rollie Who else gon' talk them chickens like he working at Chipotle If you're really bout your issues, three fingers in the air If you got your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air If you get paper like you touring, three fingers in the air All my real bitches, three fingers in the air Don't affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air My young niggas riding leather, three fingers in the air Songtexte(?) three fingers in the air Bitch I paid dues, lawyer fees and drivers Had the rims so long I had to buy XL tires Got popped in jack town was a little off the rap My nigga Boo Rossini had to come and bail me out What if they find two mil? Bitch y'all know that it was 3 Riding green Murcielago, y'all know that was me I done had so many Lambs' that I'm Lambo'd out I'ma have to buy a Cutlass I done already had See I wear my Jacob to my first meeting with Def Jam Walked in and told LA Reid "you see it" Bald head, top down on Collins, I'm 2Pacing They never found my prints on the rocks, I'm tube sockin' If you're really bout your issues, three fingers in the air If you got your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air If you get paper like you touring, three fingers in the air All my real bitches, three fingers in the air Don't affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air My young niggas riding leather, three fingers in the air (?) three fingers in the air This watered down shit I keep hearing on the radio nigga. We going back to the streets nigga, the radio is the streets nigga. Hey y'all know y'all done fucked up right? Trey Aus Songtexte Mania