Trae Tha Truth - Spray lyrics

Chea...Monster [Hook] The devil working so I pray Cause what I'm holding, I'ma spray I don't wanna die today Too many n***as acting gay And I don't got no time to play The squad I got is on the way [Verse One: Trae Tha Truth] a**hole to society, navigating this Chevy I'm just tryna pull up and hit 'em with something heavy Tryna Kevin Hart me a n***a, he wasn't ready Bullets got him doing the Wap, like he was Fetty God fearing gangsta, n***a, don't get it twisted b**h, I been the king of the streets, you couldn't miss it Tryna see my powers, don't worry, it wasn't listed One shot, all on the line, you better risk it Bet yo b**h do, when I pull thru Yeah, she a monster with the head, I'm tryna f** her too And when I finish, I get out and jump in something new A bunch of p**y n***as hating, so I'm never through I hit up 'Ton and Don The Boss, what's cracking with it? Streets looking kinda lost, so I'm back to get it Slab sailing thru the South and I was captain in it I keep a trap full of work, you think a staff was in it [Hook] The devil working so I pray Cause what I'm holding, I'ma spray I don't wanna die today Too many n***as acting gay And I don't got no time to play The squad I got is on the way [Verse Two: Jay'Ton] a**hole By Nature is the definition n***as playing games, got my full attention Send goons at noon, on an expedition Have 'em shooting tunes out that Expedition With the full extension, respect the game I'm talking bird for bird, they underneath the plane Talking check for check, I never need the fame Drop c**aina, never seen a stain Whole team in the ghetto Codeine, kush, I'm a fiend in the ghetto Hustle got a n***a living dreams in the ghetto b**h, I'm in the hood, you never seen in the ghetto Look, f** n***a, jump fly and I'ma pull up Seven six-two's go to flying, get you put up Ten toes down, everyday a n***a stood up Now I'm at the crib, one deep, with my foot up [Hook] The devil working so I pray Cause what I'm holding, I'ma spray I don't wanna die today Too many n***as acting gay And I don't got no time to play The squad I got is on the way [Verse Three: Trae Tha Truth] When it come to the streets, every n***a gotta see me Everything I do a movie, shoulda been on TV Go to playing tough, homicide, call the PD Chopper hit ya whip, get ya spinned, like a CD Riding for my n***as in the cell, 'til they be free Playing with the keys like a Mac or a PC Swear a n***a hustle got the world tryna be me n***as out here tryna be the man, but I be he Money resonated over waters for me and my team Way I got it Coming To America, call me Hakeem You don't see my hustle something serious, get ya Visine Ya gal recognize it, that's probably why she gon' try things Yeah, I pull up in fly things, it ain't no way to stop that The hood is where I rock at Trip and get ya popped at a**hole sailing this ship, like "where the dock at?" Throw mine, let one in the chamber of something co*ked back