Trae

Trae - Hood Nights

rate me

[Gudda Gudda:]

Uh huh

Young Money muhfucker

Trae I got'cha

Even if ya not listening you goin here me

Real niggas love me and them other niggas feel me

Pourin up the purple shit puffin on the ziggy

Top down on the coupe, bitches askin who is he?

Gudda Gudda bitch the name rangin every city

Real nigga music they talk it I doos it

All about the money so the track I abuse it

Been drankin all day, I done dunked the whole cruiser

Name a nigga better, the place I'm right in front of me

I lay em face down in the street right in front of me

Gun to his back bullets coming out the front

Make examples outta niggas cause he shouldn't of never front on me

Miserable niggas and misery loves company

I keep a two neen's in the shoutgun company

Young Money, ABN that's the mob

We take it old money don't quit'cha day job

Nigga!

[Trae:]

Tippin inside some hood shit, beating my life away

Four in the morning thuggin can't get seen in the light of day

Terrorizing the city tell em I got the righter way

A nigga jump outta place and I collect with a righter way

This burner like the trip it might end up taking yo waist off

So bullets show direction like Wayne blowing yo face off

They throw and hit your block with this chopper and fuck ya place off

Have a ticket to the district attorney to blow the case off

I'm on this street shit, riding like a renegade

Wrist something refresher stones same color lemonade

You be stupid to think to run up on me

Bitch I got niggas bigger than Shaq outta dressing me as they big homie

Neither of them Asshole niggas I know you heard about em

And even on this 6 foot 6 won't get a word about em

Bitch I'm above my cash, money like Dwayne Carter

ABN and Young Money damn it ain't a team harder

[Jae Millz:]

Fresh off the plane from Magrathea

Jae Millz

Time wait for no man so if you got no plan

Ya might as well get some steel toes and kick co cans

You can be a had not my choice if ya wanna

But my choice is to go hard New V for the summer

Niggs I'm a hustla dead president's hunter

And for them dead presidents I'll hunt ya, I'll slump ya

Won't second guess I won't wonder

I let off that Kevin Durant feel the thunder!

MAAAH! Get the fuck up out my way boy ya ought too

A broke conversation I'm the wrong one to talk too

I talk money and my money yeah it talk too

Just drove something dumb out the dealership off walk-toos

Both wrists froze bitch and I'm never shook

A one way vacation I'll get em booked

The ticket charge free put it on me

Matta fact YME is Millz Trae and double G

That's murda

Fuck with it nigga

Uh-huh

Yeah

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