Throw Aways

歌詞

Chorus (Yung Joc) Servin' birds and totin' K's Chevrolets on top of blades All of us got throw aways Bustin' out the Escalade Bustin' out the Escalade Bust-bustin' out the Escalade Bustin' out the Escalade All of us got throw aways Verse 1 (Yung Joc) Whole lotta niggaz got a lot to say Save your breath or state your case Speak your mind or be on your way Ain't got time for the games you play Every nigga in my squad got a strap Grind hard to put the block on the map If the city ain't sellin' And the people ain't yellin' I'm tellin' ya I'm goin' back hard in the trap Hustlenomics all I know Flip that money stack that doe Think its funny slap that hoe Take his money text that hoe Yeah I said it I'll say it again When I play it I play it to win Choppa chop of all your limbs Doc' it ain't no savin' him Chorus (Yung Joc) Verse 2 (Trae) Niggaz mad but I'm here for the crown Mark ass niggaz betta lay the fuck down Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets You don't wanna go there nigga sit the fuck down Voices get low everytime I come 'round If I take you to the hood you will never get found When I come out with the K Everybody better pray If I bust you can hear it from the other side of town Get a few of these runnin' at you light fast Dumb fly ass niggaz get dropped to the land Then I got a few goons on stand for a grand I'm a asshole sittin' with a nice set of hands G for real I put the H on that Talk shit bitch I'ma get a case on that Fucc rap I done put 'em in they place on that I'm the certified truth goin' off on a track Chorus (Yung Joc) Verse 3 (Gorilla Zoe) Fuccin' with a nigga like me get your whole head bust Cock back I bust I stay strapped cuz I love that rush hollow point slip when they push your guts nigga Head on the pillow you in a coffin Momma she cryin' your kids they orphans Ain't no shells cuz niggaa we found them I'm the problem you can't solve him Cook 'em chop 'em serve 'em shop 'em We go broke my nigga*a we robbin' Eat what we kill why you all play possum Shop witcha boy my product's awesome We stay strapped one five carbon 18 flat and ain't no bargains Got my work so we up'ed my margins It's a drop so yeah I charge 'em Chorus (Yung Joc)