Exclusive Snippet of the New Trae Album E

Niggas better see a nigga roll. Stars dyin' and I'm rollin' on eighty-fo'-fo'-fo' Swang and swang and swang to the left Pop-pop My trunk with piff-piff-piff Swang-swang swang and swang to the left Pop-pop my Trunk with piff-piff-piff Swang-swang and swang and Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk with Piff-piff-piff Swang-swang and swang and swang to The left Pop-pop my trunk with piff-piff-piff I'ma Swang, I'ma swang the slab lean to the left Pop my trunk and show what I'm about So You detectives gotta be piff I'm a bitch, So it's automatic when I be swangin' my wide Frame Four-fours to twenty-fours, I'm subject to Glide, man Like a pimp without the limp but Still so fly when I slide, man Plus I'm Lethal, fully loaded, ain't no takin' my ride, Man We gangsta and it ain't too much you Can do to stop us Don't try to knock Us 'cause these diamonds got boppers Tryna jock us, We the best at what we gon' be And These haters know it, so haters hate us to Death And I know 'cause these haters show it I only ride alone so they can picture me Rollin' And for them jackers thinkin' fly, just Picture what I be holdin' Them hollow points'll make You picture just how fast they'll be foldin' A Few of them'll have you leakin' 'til you're dead Or you're swollen But still I ride like the Law, floatin' above everything I'm screwed up thick Until it's over, nigga Fresh off the chain, Peep the slang Swang-swang and swang and swang to The left Pop-pop my trunk with piff-piff-piff Swang-swang swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk with Piff-piff-piff Swang-swang and swang and swang to the left Pop-pop My trunk with piff-piff-piff Swang-swang and swang And swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk with Piff-piff-piff I'ma swang and I swang and I swang To the left Pop my trunk for a Fat Pat stealth I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring Screw back, Matter fact, bring the whole crew back Only God Can do that, so I'ma leave it alone Movin' On, groovin' to this soothin' song I'm cruisin' Alone, still got a Screw tape on Still in The zone, wishin' Corey Blount was home Ridin' on Chrome, bangin' with my bub lights on Ridin' home, Southeast of the Astrodome On Fat Pat's clone, His legacy carries on His heartbeat pumps through my Flesh and bone Flippin' with Tre, Mobbin' down MLK