Trae Tha Truth, Paul Wall - Oh No lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Paul Wall - Oh No lyrics]
Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging
In a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab
Baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat
And I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten
But still my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix
And these boppers be on my dick
Everytime I come round the corner
I'm from the land of opportunity
In God we trust but haters in my mix
Got me paranoid and disgust
I'm scoping out my side mirrors
When my car's in park it's after dark
And my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
Boys thinking I been drinking
So I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises
Tucked inside of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot
On 22's plus
It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys
Waiting trying to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping
Grain ain't the only thing
That I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks
Thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee
And end up in a ditch
They got my purple people eater once
The next day i bought a Range Rover cash
And a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months
I'm taking haters to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae
Hit em with that one-two punch
When I flip in my slab
I'm fin to beat they back off
Like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome
Gangstafied till I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters
When my trunk start waving blue over gray
Side of my drop with
Six TV's I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining
With the fifth wheel falling
Flying down the block
But if one of these haters, wanna jack me
Slugs gon be flying, out the Glock
I click for no reason
This season my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for getting reckless in Texas
Gripping on grain forever be pimping
84 tipping all through the South
Grilling boppers all through my tint
With diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth
Looking stupid when I burn right past em
Cause some of these broads be living shife
And setting up for the jacking
But not today
Cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his game
We guerillas I'm mobbing with
Ain't no stopping me mayn
When I'm in my fo' do' solo
The slab is bound to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition
Then you bound to be getting lost
Make way for the team
When the fo' do' be coming round the corner
These haters are goners
Cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers
Better think before they reach out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion
Full of thugs that'll punch
I know they wanted to get me
But they don't know what I'm bringing
I pop the trunk and swing the block
While jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission
And ain't no stopping it mayn
With my hand on my heat in my seat
And the other on grain
Mo' money mo' problems mayn
The legend is true
You better stay up on your toes
When you ride 22's i'm rolling strapped
Everywhere I go I'm watching my back
Cause on my block
Them jackers don't give a damn if I rap
People see me being friendly
And they think that I'm soft
But the truth is
My best friend is a sawed off
These haters in my mix
Got me losing composure
But if they take one step closer
It ain't gon be kosher naw
In a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab
Baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat
And I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten
But still my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix
And these boppers be on my dick
Everytime I come round the corner
I'm from the land of opportunity
In God we trust but haters in my mix
Got me paranoid and disgust
I'm scoping out my side mirrors
When my car's in park it's after dark
And my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
Boys thinking I been drinking
So I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises
Tucked inside of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot
On 22's plus
It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys
Waiting trying to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping
Grain ain't the only thing
That I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks
Thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee
And end up in a ditch
They got my purple people eater once
The next day i bought a Range Rover cash
And a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months
I'm taking haters to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae
Hit em with that one-two punch
When I flip in my slab
I'm fin to beat they back off
Like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome
Gangstafied till I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters
When my trunk start waving blue over gray
Side of my drop with
Six TV's I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining
With the fifth wheel falling
Flying down the block
But if one of these haters, wanna jack me
Slugs gon be flying, out the Glock
I click for no reason
This season my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for getting reckless in Texas
Gripping on grain forever be pimping
84 tipping all through the South
Grilling boppers all through my tint
With diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth
Looking stupid when I burn right past em
Cause some of these broads be living shife
And setting up for the jacking
But not today
Cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his game
We guerillas I'm mobbing with
Ain't no stopping me mayn
When I'm in my fo' do' solo
The slab is bound to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition
Then you bound to be getting lost
Make way for the team
When the fo' do' be coming round the corner
These haters are goners
Cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers
Better think before they reach out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion
Full of thugs that'll punch
I know they wanted to get me
But they don't know what I'm bringing
I pop the trunk and swing the block
While jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission
And ain't no stopping it mayn
With my hand on my heat in my seat
And the other on grain
Mo' money mo' problems mayn
The legend is true
You better stay up on your toes
When you ride 22's i'm rolling strapped
Everywhere I go I'm watching my back
Cause on my block
Them jackers don't give a damn if I rap
People see me being friendly
And they think that I'm soft
But the truth is
My best friend is a sawed off
These haters in my mix
Got me losing composure
But if they take one step closer
It ain't gon be kosher naw