Trae Tha Truth - Grey Ca**ette lyrics

[Sample "Pimp Tha Pen" x3: Lil Keke] Pop In Your Grey Ca**ette Turn Up Your f**in' Deck Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck Pop-Pop In Your Grey Ca**ette Turn Up Your f**in' Deck Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck [Trae:] Pop in your Grey Ca**ette Turn up your f**in' deck Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth is on the way to win Now what'cha know about that if you don't know much I guarentee you finna know about the? So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' s*ut, head down with a swag that'll f** up the whole world I'm back again, fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones) Too many wanna be gangsta, f**in' my mood up I probably wanna clique that's red black and blued up If it's going down, I bet'cha get screwed up Ya to dead to the King Of The Streets lil homie slow it down, I ain't really try'na move fast My old school got me looking like a OG, everybody looking at me like they never seen gla** I'm the leader of the A.B.N. representers And a gutta when these rappin' n***as never inna Ya better get up out the game if you a beginner Somebody finna get robbed if I ain't a winner First b**h caught slippin' a running a binner I wanna win it like I'm here finna get back Trunk up by the fist will sit back Leaving through the hood like I'm going off a six pack Real talk I am the H And tell them n***as I'm a fan of hatred Probably hate mo ways you see a b**h with a cla**ic shape Trunk beatin' like it masturbate I got a couple n***as mad, tell them I ain't finna pa** the plate I finna know that they a** is fake So tell them goin' give it up, I ain't finna pa** the mic for sh** And I ain't leaving till this ba*tard pray [sample x2: Lil Keke] [Bun B:] It's Bun B the Trill G Downsouth we still be bangin' Robert Davis on the regular Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in (pop it in) My top I droppin' in (droppin' in) I'm a sit sideways, then ride my blazers chop it in I pull up in yo hood, I roll up on your set You know my dows is bu*terfly, my candy paint is wet My leather seats are stitch and tuck and this for my lady She sitting chromy on the grill so everything is gravy P.A.T. I'm reppin' it, Air Jordans I'm steppin' for warfare I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon I'm ready for regulating, steady you boys been hating It's our time to shine, we on the grind and we been waiting To do this for the pimp, and the rest of the fallen Soliders we goin hold you down wheter we ballin' Or we poor pimpin' it's never no sippin' And if you reppin' southside then it will be no trippin' When ya [talking over sample x2: Lil Keke] Pop it in, n***a It's the legend Don Ke In ya Grey Ca**ette Representin' southside Hustle U.S.A., 713 [Lil Keke:] Pop in ya Grey Ca**ette S.U.C., known to wreck Underground street legend never seen a raw titty Four-fifteens, liquid screens, bangin' out my music deck Tilt the grain, change the lane, homie I ain't finished yet Houston, Texas pourin' on, shining like the morning sun f** these n***as talking bout, it's Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don Automatic rise nothing semi all fully I get'cha good and keep it hood just ride and listen to me Representin' southside Tell em keep they mouth wide Leather it's ca**ette grey Navy on the outside Losers out here never win Tell me who they better than Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape, n***a pop it in Money coming through this way Hustle Town U.S.A South Park, Sunnyside, Southwest all day Do it all that last year f** another bad year My whole swag full grown Lend me ya strong ear [sample x2: Lil Keke]