Trae Tha Truth - Takers lyrics

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Ft. Quentin Miller

(Intro: Trae tha Truth)

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah

Quentin talk to 'em

(Pre-Hook: Quentin Miller)

Yeah, turn up like they can't do, go up like they can't do

Yeah, one three one seven and Trae tha Truth

My whip is the latest, but they want my latest

We on Cali straighter, let's wave-o, let's wave-o, let's wave-o

(Hook: Quentin Miller)

Nobody did us no favors

U fucking with takers, u fucking with takers

We see what we want and we take it

U talking to a taker

(Bridge: Quentin Miller)

Walked in to ur function, it's bottles at the table

I might stand on the table, if I break it I can pay for it

I buy my daughter Jordans, just to go to daycare

We really beat the pavement, we don't ask we take shit

(Verse: Trae tha Truth)

I'm straight outta Houston the whip i got riding screw

Back of it banging like sumthin' it's red or blue

Don't talk to me nigga, if I do not talk to u

My bitch got a bitch so I might just get head or two

Band after band I can show u just what to do

Symptoms or the flu if Truth in the mix to u

Yeah bitch I'm clean if I'm u I'll be hatin' too

I don't get service, no callin'

I'm back to back like Miami, I'm ballin'

I rep Texas in a foreign, so often

Tell 'em hoes no, cause my ceiling keep fallin'

Me in IG, hit the club it's on me

Fuck a section buy the whole VIP

Fuck ur money, it ain't nothin' to me

Truth gettin' out of traffic like my name goalie

Goal and shootin' at ur bitch, I neva aim wrong

When I'm legal, I collect them like a payphone

And when I finish hit the uber, only way home

Aint no point of callin' me ur time has expired

Nigga I'm a pimp get a bunny tell her she high

She ain't gettin' rack after rack tell her she fine

Baby I'm the streets, every corner how I required

(Hook)

(Bridge 2: Trae tha Truth)

I might just ride the chopper

Or I'mma sing to ya like the opera

All white, Cindy Lauper

Jumpman on my hopper

Bowlegged as if I clock ya

Somebody better stop ya

Fuck niggas I'm a watcha

Hundred bands in the locker

(Hook)

(Outro: Trae tha Truth)

Did us no favors nigga

U fucking with takers

We take it, we take it, we take it, we take it, we take it

Yeah!