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Trae - Grey Cassette

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Pop In Your Grey Cassette

Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck

Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck

Pop-Pop In Your Grey Cassette

Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck

Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck

Pop in your Grey Cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth is on the way to win

Now what'cha know about that if you don't know much I guarentee you finna know about the?

So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' slut, head down with a swag that'll fuck up the whole world

I'm back again, fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones)

Too many wanna be gangsta, fuckin' my mood up

I probably wanna clique that's red black and blued up

If it's going down, I bet'cha get screwed up

Ya to dead to the King Of The Streets lil homie slow it down, I ain't really try'na move fast

My old school got me looking like a OG, everybody looking at me like they never seen glass

I'm the leader of the A.B.N. representers

And a gutta when these rappin' niggas never inna

Ya better get up out the game if you a beginner

Somebody finna get robbed if I ain't a winner

First bitch caught slippin' a running a binner

I wanna win it like I'm here finna get back

Trunk up by the fist will sit back

Leaving through the hood like I'm going off a six pack

Real talk I am the H

And tell them niggas I'm a fan of hatred

Probably hate mo ways you see a bitch with a classic shape

Trunk beatin' like it masturbate

I got a couple niggas mad, tell them I ain't finna pass the plate

I finna know that they ass is fake

So tell them goin' give it up, I ain't finna pass the mic for shit

And I ain't leaving till this bastard pray

It's Bun B the Trill G

Downsouth we still be bangin' Robert Davis on the regular

Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in (pop it in)

My top I droppin' in (droppin' in)

I'm a sit sideways, then ride my blazers chop it in

I pull up in yo hood, I roll up on your set

You know my dows is butterfly, my candy paint is wet

My leather seats are stitch and tuck and this for my lady

She sitting chromy on the grill so everything is gravy

P.A.T. I'm reppin' it, Air Jordans I'm steppin' for warfare

I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon

I'm ready for regulating, steady you boys been hating

It's our time to shine, we on the grind and we been waiting

To do this for the pimp and the rest of the fallen

Soliders we goin hold you down wheter we ballin'

Or we poor pimpin' it's never no sippin'

And if you reppin' southside then it will be no trippin'

When ya

Pop it in, nigga

It's the legend

Don Ke

In ya Grey Cassette

Representin' southside

Hustle U.S.A., 713

Pop in ya Grey Cassette

S.U.C., known to wreck

Underground street legend never seen a?

Four-fifteens, liquid screens, bangin' out my music deck

Tilt the grain, change the lane, homie I ain't finished yet

Houston, Texas pourin' on, shining like the morning sun

Fuck these niggas talking bout, it's Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don

Automatic rise nothing semi all fully

I get'cha good and keep it hood just ride and listen to me

Representin' southside

Tell em keep they mouth wide

Leather it's cassette grey

Navy on the outside

Losers out here never win

Tell me who they better than

Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape, nigga pop it in

Money coming through this way

Hustle Town U.S.A.

South Park, Sunnyside, Southwest all day

Do it all that last year

Fuck another bad year

My whole swag full grown

Lend me ya strong ear

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