Duece's & Trae's - Trae

Yeah man

I’m so, I’m so Texas right now man

Dueces and Ya Traes

Throw up… throw up… throw up-throw up ya dueces and ya traes

Throw up… throw-throw up… throw up-throw up ya dueces and ya traes

Throw up… throw up… throw up throw up throw up ya dueces and ya traes

Dueces and ya traes, dueces-dueces and ya traes

If ya miss Pimp C, throw up ya dueces and ya traes

They say now the city is back it’s something strange

Starch post sitting caught under something ya couldn’t name

Dranking off inside the Range seats same color cocaine

With a chopper who understanding it’s nothing something insane

Picture this whip flipping glass imitating aerobics

Panel rally roof this bitch in the back of me claustrophobic

Niggas pussy in my book tell em that was already noted

The crown is mine and sign the Houston the city already wrote it

I’m gladder than a jungle where other niggas get nervous

Designated in sewers where cellular’s don’t get service

Thankin house of where smokers the only place you can purchase

And such a put in the trap where the workers see through the service packs

Was never social all I know is my pen and my pad

I’m on the phone with momma C reminiscing too Chad

These niggas never get the picture they vision is bad

Nigga the truth is here only the can question ya had

Trae what it do big homie?

Y’all know how this go right

Real recognize real mayne

The truth hurr!

But the real shall live in the…

Brother from another mother

And what that mean if you don’t stand for sumthin then you goin fall for

anything

As I walk in these stars jean

Pop my trunk to make they cars lean

The hood got bissar things like Rated-R screens

So my parental adviser into the youth is the truth

And back it up with proof

Don’t nobody know what’s happening till it’s happening to you

Now they askin you what’s happening cause it’s happening to them too

Them gone ain’t too many niggas ridin' but I’m drivin' Way Park

I got Bun in the passenger Trae let’s pull up in they yard

I’m not askin for space bitches I’m a go hard

Now when your swangers stick out far they’ll help you bo-gar

Dueces and Traes, twist ya fingaz throw em up to God

Watch this Cashville nigga as I lead the four stars

Yeah you see me oil spill niggas, BP I got Texas ways put dueces and ya traes

Yeah

Throw them dueces up and the traes too

On the duece-dueces up and them K’s too

I don’t play fool all this cash I’m stackin'

Assualt rifled up bitch like I’m mad Iraq

They say if a nigga fall on ya he’ll roll on ya You blessed and try’na progress he’ll prolong ya Best thang for a hater keep him out my reach

Cause Sensei he’ll fade a nigga like a bottle of bleach

Scott Blocc in this bitch and it’s on and poppin'

Straight drop in this bitch nigga zones is lockin'

My banger is black, the swaggers are turning

If I catch him playin games this banger will burn him

Yeah I’m hard on a chick, I mash on em In this Spurg gettin head countin cash on em Crock-woollier till the winter yet we play to win

Mob style Cashville nigga ABN