Trae Tha Truth - Hood Nights lyrics

[** feat. Gudda Gudda & Jae Millz:] [Gudda Gudda:] Uh huh* Young Money muhf**er Trae I got'cha Even if ya not listening you goin here me Real n***as love me and them other n***as feel me Pourin up the purple sh** puffin on the ziggy Top down on the coupe, b**hes askin who is he? Gudda Gudda b**h the name rangin every city Real n***a music they talk it I doos it All about the money so the track I abuse it Been drankin all day, I done dunked the whole cruiser Name a n***a better, the place I'm right in front of me I lay em face down in the street right in front of me Gun to his back bullets coming out the front Make examples outta n***as cause he shouldn't of never front on me Miserable n***as and misery loves company I keep a two neen's in the shoutgun company Young Money, ABN that's the mob We take it old money don't quit'cha day job n***a! [Trae:] Tippin inside some hood sh**, beating my life away Four in the morning thuggin can't get seen in the light of day Terrorizing the city tell em I got the righter way A n***a jump outta place and I collect with a righter way This burner like the trip it might end up taking yo waist off So bullets show direction like Wayne blowing yo face off They throw and hit your block with this chopper and f** ya place off Have a ticket to the district attorney to blow the case off I'm on this street sh**, riding like a renegade Wrist something refresher stones same color lemonade You be stupid to think to run up on me b**h I got n***as bigger than Shaq outta dressing me as they big homie Neither of them a**hole n***as I know you heard about em And even on this 6 foot 6 won't get a word about em b**h I'm above my cash, money like Dwayne Carter ABN and Young Money damn it ain't a team harder [Jae Millz:] Fresh off the plane from Magrathea Jae Millz Time wait for no man so if you got no plan Ya might as well get some steel toes and kick co cans You can be a had not my choice if ya wanna But my choice is to go hard New V for the summer n**s I'm a hustla dead president's hunter And for them dead presidents I'll hunt ya, I'll slump ya Won't second guess I won't wonder I let off that Kevin Durant feel the thunder! MAAAH! Get the f** up out my way boy ya ought too A broke conversation I'm the wrong one to talk too I talk money and my money yeah it talk too Just drove something dumb out the dealership off walk-toos Both wrists froze b**h and I'm never shook A one way vacation I'll get em booked The ticket charge free put it on me Matta fact YME is Millz Trae and double G That's murda f** with it n***a Uh-huh Yeah