Trae

Trae - Beware

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(feat. Z-Ro, Bun B)

[Trae]

I know you haters better run, I'm coming for you

And everyday a nigga repping, and riding for Screw

I was keeping it in my chest, now I'm getting it out

I know you spectators in the game, better close your mouth

I got a lot of my time invested, up in this game

It's S.U.C. till I'm dead, ain't no need to explain

I'm in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs

The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats

So niggaz'd back back, I'm a man dude with a attitude

And I'm too quick to click, Lil' Trae is a damn fool

In my zone leave me alone, I ain't trying to be fucked with

Everything that I got, is everything that I wanna roll with

Me and me and myself, you niggaz bad for my health

Now I'm pumped up like Superman, with a uppercut to be felt

I ain't playing with what I'm saying, you cats better start praying

For Deebo commits to spraying, and everybody be staying

[Hook]

Why, these fellas talking down

Don't they know, why we'll ride

And make somebody slide, beware

Why, these fellas talking down

Don't they know, why we'll ride

And make these bustsas hot, beware

[Bun B]

I'm chilling in my 1's, chopping game on my celly

My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly

Got your lil mama, butt naked shake her jelly

I'ma put her on a tape, and play it back on the telly

Boys hate to love the street show, when we showing up

I give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up

They can't afford the pints, by the case that we po'ing up

Young in the game, it's time to start growing up

Get you some hustle, get you some grind

Show me some muscle, show me some shine

Fuck trying to crime, off another nigga name

It's just a matter of time, 'fore I run you out the game

Because I can't believe the nerve, of these hoes

Trying to use my nigga Pimp name, for benefit shows

Fin to start kicking in do's, with the macks

Trying to let that shit pass, now I'm coming for your ass fool

[Hook]

[Trae]

It's the return of the mad rapper, industry nigga subtracter

That be greed up in the fists, that be clinched like a black panther

I'm sick and tired of you fakers, that try to twist up the game

So now you gotta see me, like the 84's that I swang

My glock I cock and I aim, my name you fin to respect it

You let me off in your world, then I swear to God I'ma wreck it

You must of thought I forgot about you, acting sue a crowd'll watch you

I gotta get that up out you, your people gon be without you

On top of that, niggaz be using my homie name

Saying the Screwed Up Click, so they can get them a little change

Hopping from dick to dick, and I ain't even gon say no name

I feel like I wanna click, so now you gon feel my pain

I'm Trae, and I ain't bar nan nigga in this drama

Or mama, I weave and I swang sending em through a trauma

They tell me to let em make it, but really I ain't the one

Them bitches did it, so now they gotta see me when I come

[Z-Ro]

Where the real niggaz at, cause I can't find none

Everybody be talking shit, when they be packing they guns

Quick to shoot a motherfucker, to keep they face from sweating

But when the laws come to bang one, snitching and telling

Be these ol' buster ass niggaz, killing all in they music

Showing a four pound around town, but never gon use it

I'm registered by my gangsta, you barely touching me G

Now feel you got the edasity, to come and see me

Fuck it whoever wanna get some, can come and get dropped

I'm a grown man I don't get people sued, I get people shot

If you ain't shot, I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga

Z-Ro the Crooked, cause ain't no love for none of these niggaz

Straight Profit to Presidential, trying to scandalize my name

They can't sell records without me, that's a god damn shame

I ain't to blame, why these niggaz ain't selling and losing weight

But I'm to blame, when I go off and get the bruising they face

[Hook]

(Z-Ro)

Make a nigga hot, yeeeah

Why you wanna hate me, S.U.C.

You niggaz can't be meeee

My nigga T-R-A-E

And that's the way it's gonna be

Until a motherfucker take me

Me, and the M double A-B

We gon be thugging

Until we see you niggaz to see

[talking]

Straight up, it's my cousin Trae nigga

These bitch ass niggaz can't fuck with you

[Hook]

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