Trae - Throw Aways - Sözleri

Chorus (Yung Joc)

Serve them birds tote K's

Cheverolet's on top of blades

All of us got throw aways 

Bustin' out the Escalade

Bustin' out the Escalade

 Bust-bustin' out the Escalade

Bustin' out the Escalade

All of us got throw aways



Verse 1 (Yung Joc)

Whole lotta n****z got a lot to say

Save your breath or state your case

Speak your mind or be on your way

Ain't got time for the games you play

Every n***a in my squad got a strap

Grind hard to put the block on the map

If the city ain't sellin'

And the people ain't yellin'

I'm tellin' ya I'm goin' back hard in the trap

Hustlenomics all I know

Flip that money stack that doe

Think your funny slap that hoe

Take his money text that hoe

Yeah I said it I'll say it again

When I play it I play it to win

Choppa chop of all your limbs

Doc' it ain't no savin' him



Chorus (Yung Joc)



Verse 2 (Trae)

N****z mad but I'm here for the crown

All walk a** n****z betta lay the f*** down

Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets

You don't wanna go there n***a sit the f*** down

Fours get loaded everytime I come 'round

If I take you to the hood you will never get found

When I come out with the K

Everybody better pray

If I bust you can hear it from the other side of town

Get a few of these runnin' at you light fast

Dumb fly a** n****z get dropped to the land

Then I got a few goons on stand for a grand

I'm a a**hole sittin' with a nice set of hands

G for real I put the H on the map

Talk s*** b***h I'ma get a case on that

F*** rap I done put 'em in they place on that

I'm the certified truth goin' off on a track



Chorus (Yung Joc)



Verse 3 (Gorilla Zoe)

F***in'  with a n***a like me get your whole head bust

Cock back I bust

I stay strapped cuz I love that rush

4 point slip when they push your guts n***a

Head on the pillow you in a coffin

Momma she cryin' your kids they orphans

Ain't no shells cuz n***a we found them

I'm the problem you can't solve him

Cook 'em chop 'em serve 'em shop 'em

We go broke my n***a we robbin'

Eat what we kill why you all play possum

Shop what you want my product's awesome

We stay strapped one five carbon

18 flat and ain't no bargains

Cut my work so we up'ed my margins

It's a drop so yeah I charge 'em



Chorus (Yung Joc)








		
			



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