Dem Jayz - Trae Tha Truth

Fall off in the club, let’s get it popping

I’ma drank Patrone, till the do’s go to locking

Fat booty dropping, I’ma do my thang

Long necks stay bopping boss, I’ma spit my game

I’ma come up in this thang, miscean and a fitted

Them new J’s the piece and chain, looking mean on you bitches

I got a sleigh round my waistline, mossie oak down

Diamond style, boppers get the green and niggaz get the frown

No smile get it twisted, and you will get stomped

Mayn your partnas ain’t gon help you, cause your click full of chumps

Don’t get your shit locked up, and disfigured

In the club drunk jumping, with them young crunk niggaz

If you bump me, I'ma go G with it Brought a mac up in the club, but I'm low key with it All the bouncers show me love, cause they know G give it They don't shake a nigga down,

cause I'm O.G.

with it Ay dope boy in it, give me some room

I done came down, with the legion of doom

I’ma bust rounds, with the legion of doom

If you tremble with us kinfolk, you be in your tomb

We got the J’s on, we in the club jumping

The boppers looking good, they trying to cut something

Sipping on Patrone, swisha full of purp'

Don’t ask us how we do it, you know we got that work

I got them J’s on my toes, heater on the hip

Not to mention I’m fifty deep, in case a hater wanna trip

Niggaz bout to get the bidness, acting hard like a G Who the fuck he talking to, it damn sho’ain’t me

I’ll bring it to your do', like Fed-Ex or the UPS

Introducing you to the ground, till the bouncers pumping your chest

I’m nothing like you done seen, hundred grand worth of ice lit

It ain’t no need for thinking bout it, I garuntee I’m the shit

Loc’s all across the face, of a gangsta inside the club

Just know that I’m watching niggaz, they jumping they getting drug

I got clip in the homie dog, and on top of that A.B.N.

And we don’t give a fuck, niggaz know ain’t no stopping A.B.N.

Boss on that Patrone, Jay’Ton got it cracking

Two thousand worth of ones, will have these roaching hoes stacking

Trae moving screwed up, and got boys in a daze

If I make it to the trunk, boys bout to hear them K’s

Cause I’m crucial with it, Cotton Row up in this piece with me Coedine got them hoes, getting blowed off the Remmy

Blue Dog, got em getting throwed off the Henny

They gon have em ass naked, we won’t spend nan penny

I know, you lame ass niggaz gon trip

When we dip up out the backdo', with your main chick

Might as well, go on take the handcuffs off her wrist

She going with me I got reservations at the Rits

She going to free, she gon get up in the G whip

And soon as we hit the room, she gon do the whole click

But I gotta commend you homes, mayn your broad too thick

My mella I like your taste, I’ma take your next chick simp