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Through my heart, Through My Veins, through my Body. Through Through my heart, Through my veins, through body. Through my heart- See Me on the block, guaranteed I ball out. The trunk raise up and everything else fall out. Slappers automatic if the South get called out. The top raise up and the foes'll crawl out. And I used to be a broke nigga, stacked Up. Now I gotta watch out for the roast Niggas. Twenty-fourth flow, fuck tippin' in a boat, Nigga. Anything less than ten G's a choke nigga. Come to the H, I can show you who The king of the streets is. Tre, I can Show you who the king of the beasts is. Thug, I can show you niggas what a hundred G's ABN gang might leave a nigga teethless. Niggas never heard, now I'm all up in they Face. Like a bad yellow bitch, I be all Up in her waist. Hit her with the mule, Now I got her all up in a brace. So sick with the game that it should've been A case. And my chain hang low, ice drip While I strip. Twenty G's plus, still cappin' on Sluts. J's laced up while I'm sippin' on Cutts. And I never been a ho, so they know I got nuts. Pass me the ball, I'ma run It for the team. Fuck respect, nigga, I'ma run It for the green. Cop the new whip, candy Black, nigga, clean. Tip the doors up, hoppin' out, Sean Jean. Locs on my face, two straps on My hip. Blood on my right, to my left Is a Crip. Plus I got shit that'll make A nigga flip. If I get an attitude, assholes Finna trip. They ain't fuckin' with the thug 'cause The hood got love. Ride for the truth 'til They put 'em in the mud. Any other way, I'll be comin' with a slug. H-Town motherfucker, I'll show you what it was. Through my heart, through my veins, through my body. Through my heart, through veins, Through my body. Boss. I'm a motherfuckin' fool when I pull up On a switch. Game never lame when I pull Up on a bitch. My piece got a city. Hard dick and bubblegum is all that a chickenhead Bitch gon' get. Can't fuck with my ends. If I get rich, don't scratch in my Benz. Blue lens for the rims. Niggas don't like when They ends get low. And I pop up on Three with a mouth full of chips. On your girlfriend's friend. I'm a nigga with my Name thrown around town for knockin' these hoes Down. All up in the OC, I'm beatin' my Doors down. Mistakes they make bringin' the play on Foes now. You see how the H ride bumper Kit. Brick of smoke on my trees, I'm a Stumper, bitch. Got hoopers on my side and a Chumper, bitch. Six-foot Ziploc sack, lunch a bitch. If Boss don't bang right, go and dump it, Bitch. I'ma load up a clip, I ain't punchin', Bitch. I see niggas in the streets wanna act Like they G's. Bang like I'm at home when I'm sellin' the seven C's. True niggas in my Zone, but I'm tryna get rid of fleas. If you ain't fifty-two hundred, don't fuck with me Please. I'ma stack up some cash and then bang Career. When you see me bangin' a bad bitch Out of Brazil. Tryna pile up on a mil With a joint that's a steal. Cut cake and Chugs with my laces on steel. Check out the tats, bitch, check out the grill. Two double-O six, bitch, check the deal. I'ma make a bitch-made nigga stretch out for real. Like a sunkist, niggas get peeled for the scrill. You niggas is hoes, I'ma call you a tip Drill. ABN gang, nothin' less than a mil.
Trae tha Truth, Boss — Stay Fly
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