| Don, Ro and Trae
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| Taking over the rap game, and collecting our change everyday
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| Serious and we don’t play, these hoes know we got wind of that hoe
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| But still fuck with us anyway
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| Don Ro and Trae fully loaded with automatics
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| Bitch we tripping, when coming your way
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| Watch what you say, cause fucking with the Screwed Up Click
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| You’ll get hit and we’ll make it, to be on your way
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| It’s automatic these niggas don’t want no problems, when I’m flossing in a boss
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| and mine
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| Bitch I’ve been the truth around this motherfucker, mouthpiece been ahead of my
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| time
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| Catch me dropping the top, slide the clip in and cock my Glock
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| Ain’t no love for these hating niggas, better get your mind right 'fore
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| some’ing get popped
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| Back to the fact I’m lethal on these streets, whether my pen or my reputation
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| Some cats, ain’t even worth the conversation
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| All of this misrepresentation, finna get put to a end
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| Y’all had y’all run for the time gone, it just got put to a end
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| I know I’m cocky, but I clearly remember motherfuckers wasn’t feeling Trae
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| But they knew, I wasn’t too far around the way
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| Pissed em off, when I pulled up inside that platinum Chevrolet
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| With a bunch of Hoovers and Bloods, final destination where I stay
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| On F-O-N-D-R-E-N, all the way back to the Leaf
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| Mo City, Hiram-Clarke, South Park my niggas vouching for me
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| They know everytime I spit, I spit like it’s the last that I’m breathing
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| With the three of us in this bitch, I hope you have a wonderful evening bitch
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| When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is roll me up one
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| And prepare myself to deal with bitch niggas, in case I have to touch one
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| It don’t matter cause I love war, from where the prostitutes and the drugs are
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| Fuck with me or my kinfolk Trae, your face is where my slugs are
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| I’m an asshole by nature, until my casket is closed
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| But in the meanwhile, I’ma represent and let my plastic explode
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| And Houston Texas it been crazy lately, everybody been getting bumped off
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| Maybe that’s the reason, I’m never without the gun or the sawed off
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| Don’t approach me too quickly, cause I’m paranoid
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| Fuck around and squeeze the trigga nigga, all opposition must be destroyed
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| I’m a gangsta plus a soldier, fuck niggas off when I’m on sober
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| Fuck all these rap niggas cause I’m colder, like a pair of britches I will fold
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| ya
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| Call me the cleanest, cause I’m about to wash all y’all fellas
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| Making a motherfucker come clean, by bringing a bitch out of all y’all fellas
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| Even got niggas firing charges, cause I got they ass beat up
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| But even through the madness, I relax and keep my feet up
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| I’m one of the coldest lyricists, that this city done ever seen
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| Naturally getting mean, I punish my sixteen
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| Niggas gut check, niggas be talking who I recruited
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| 8100 block, in the hood I’m undisputed
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| Me and Trae you ain’t know, the Don plus Z-Ro
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| S.U.C. |
| in the building, we shooting they hit the flo'
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| Niggas stop that, know damn well that I can top that
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| Ten G’s mic and a stage, and I’ll rock that
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| Back crunk, streets are fiending and missing me
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| Cause it’s one love, know that I murder for C.M.G
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| You niggas dick riding, bumping your gums it’s killing me
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| Cause I’m top dog, fake ass niggas you feeling me
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| Get your heart right, we riding and busting it ain’t nothing
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| Letting the top peel back, from the push of a button
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| It’s A.B.N.-Rap-A-Lot, niggas don’t want none
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| C.M.G. |
| Teflon, Lil' Keke the Icon hey
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| (*talking*)
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| Check it out man, C.M.G
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| My motherfucking click, Custom Made Gangsterz |