Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spray, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Tha Truth, Pt. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.02.2016
Record label: Abn, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Spray |
| The devil working so I pray |
| Cause what I’m holding, I’ma spray |
| I don’t wanna die today |
| Too many niggas acting gay |
| And I don’t got no time to play |
| The squad I got is on the way |
| Asshole to society, navigating this Chevy |
| I’m just tryna pull up and hit 'em with something heavy |
| Tryna Kevin Hart me a nigga, he wasn’t ready |
| Bullets got him doing the Wap, like he was Fetty |
| God fearing gangsta, nigga, don’t get it twisted |
| Bitch, 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 bitch do, when I pull thru |
| Yeah, she a monster with the head, I’m tryna fuck her too |
| And when I finish, I get out and jump in something new |
| A bunch of pussy niggas 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 |
| The devil working so I pray |
| Cause what I’m holding, I’ma spray |
| I don’t wanna die today |
| Too many niggas acting gay |
| And I don’t got no time to play |
| The squad I got is on the way |
| Asshole By Nature is the definition |
| Niggas 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 cocaina, never seen a stain |
| Whole team in the ghetto |
| Codeine, kush, I’m a fiend in the ghetto |
| Hustle got a nigga living dreams in the ghetto |
| Bitch, I’m in the hood, you never seen in the ghetto |
| Look, fuck nigga, jump fly and I’ma pull up |
| Seven six-two's go to flying, get you put up |
| Ten toes down, everyday a nigga stood up |
| Now I’m at the crib, one deep, with my foot up |
| The devil working so I pray |
| Cause what I’m holding, I’ma spray |
| I don’t wanna die today |
| Too many niggas acting gay |
| And I don’t got no time to play |
| The squad I got is on the way |
| When it come to the streets, every nigga 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 niggas in the cell, 'til they be free |
| Playing with the keys like a Mac or a PC |
| Swear a nigga hustle got the world tryna be me |
| Niggas 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 |
| Asshole sailing this ship, like «where the dock at?» |
| Throw mine, let one in the chamber of something cocked back |