Slugs - Trae Tha Truth, Young Thug

Young nigga takin' off on them percs

Young nigga puttin' in that work

Young nigga let that chopper do the murking

No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt

Young nigga throwin' up their sets

Us niggas running through these checks

Hundred jam I still no flex

Wearin' Nikes when I’m running through a check

I’m on that same thing, look at this change man

I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg

Give me my change man

This ain’t no game man, look how this chain hang

I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg

Chasing this check I’m not talking athletics

But I keep my money in lockers

If I make the call just know I got young shooters

Who ride like American choppers

They hustle for deal in that kitchen they cooking

A fool with the D like Ibaka

No medical dealer but for the right price

They prescribe Actavis like a doctor

Drop this wet, I call it rainy weather

Chopper’s disconnected like it’s not together

Mister Truth is fly and I am not a feather

I just hold these rocks up like I’m Roc-A-Fella

If your bitch is lame then I am not the seller

She can be with me it’s what I’m not to tell her

Like to play it low like I’m a acapella

If she here for dick then I am not to fill her

Give me my check if not a minute later

Swangers I’m tippin', should’ve been waiter

Look like a sw&cause everything is Gator

You don’t like me, then bitch you been a hater

I’m sick bitch, I’m sick I should’ve been a fever

Fuckin' with me, the trunk is where I leave ya

Gon' be a minute 'fore someone relieve yah

Got this bitch jumpin' like you had a seizure

Young nigga takin' off on them percs

Young nigga puttin' in that work

Young nigga let that chopper do the murking

No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt

Young nigga throwin' up their sets

Us niggas running through these checks

Hundred jam I still no flex

Wearin' Nikes when I’m running through a check

I’m on that same thing, look at this change man

I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg

Give me my change man

This ain’t no game man, look how this chain hang

I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg

You not gettin' them racks, oh where they do that at?

My neck, my wrist, my ears, and my fingers are sittin' on wet

I told that lil bitch to hop into my coupe, treat her like a lil pet

Copped me a Vette then I wrecked it, then I copped a Bentley and wrecked it

I got real shooters

They pull up with woolas and all kind of TEC 9s and Uzis

We talk on the phone I just tell 'em stay reckless

My bitch she gon' shoot, she a buddha

Chinese and Japanese

Her eyes looking closed

She gon' chase till she capture me

These pigs are so after me

This ice on my neck is so wet like it baptize me

I get that dope from the pope

While I get sex on the banana boat

I can’t save her, she better stay afloat

I’ll contain a baby for that dope

Whip it!

Whip it!

'Til I have a stroke

Cook it, throw it, catch it, no Ebola

Treat my dogs like bacon no con-soda

Told you once I bang red, Coca Cola

Young nigga takin' off on them percs

Young nigga puttin' in that work

Young nigga let that chopper do the murking

No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt

Young nigga throwin' up their sets

Us niggas running through these checks

Hundred jam I still no flex

Wearin' Nikes when I’m running through a check

I’m on that same thing, look at this change man

I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg

Give me my change man

This ain’t no game man, look how this chain hang

I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg

I’m on that same thing, look at this change man

I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg

Give me my change man

This ain’t no game man, look how this chain hang

I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg