Trae Tha Truth, Six Tre - Dem Jayz lyrics

Fall off in the club, let's get it popping
I'mma drank Patrone
Till the do's go to locking
Fat booty dropping, I'mma do my thang
Long necks stay bopping boss
I'mma spit my game

I'mma come up in this thang
Miscean and a fitted
Them new J's the piece and chain
Looking mean on you bitches
I got a sleigh round my waistline
Mossie oak down diamond style
Boppers get the green and
Niggas get the frown
No smile get it twisted
And you will get stomped
Mayn your partnas ain't gon help you
Cause your click full of chumps
Don't get your shit locked up
And disfigured in the club drunk jumping
With them young crunk niggas
If you bump me, I'mma go G with it
Brought a mac up in the club
But I'm low key with it
All the bouncers show me love
Cause they know G give it
They don't shake a nigga down
Cause I'm OG with it
Ay dope boy in it, give me some room
I done came down, with the legion of doom
I'mma bust rounds, with the legion of doom
If you tremble with us kinfolk
You be in your tomb

We got the J's on, we in the club jumping
The boppers looking good
They trying to cut something
Sipping on Patrone, swisha full of purp'
Don't ask us how we do it
You know we got that work

I got them J's on my toes, heater on the hip
Not to mention I'm fifty deep
In case a hater wanna trip
Niggas bout to get the bidness
Acting hard like a G
Who the fuck he talking to
It damn sho' ain't me
I'll bring it to your do'
Like Fed-Ex or the UPS
I'm nothing like you done seen
Hundred grand worth of ice lit
It ain't no need for thinking bout it
I garuntee I'm the shit
Loc's all across the face
Of a gangsta inside the club
Just know that I'm watching niggas
They jumping they getting drug
I got clip in the homie dog
And on top of that ABN
And we don't give a fuck
Niggas know ain't no stopping ABN
Boss on that Patrone
Jay'Ton got it cracking
Two thousand worth of ones
Will have these roaching hoes stacking
Trae moving screwed up
And got boys in a daze
If I make it to the trunk
Boys bout to hear them K's

Cause I'm crucial with it
Cotton Row up in this piece with me
Coedine got them hoes
Getting blowed off the Remmy blue Dog
Got em getting throwed off the Henny
They gon have em ass naked
We won't spend nan penny
I know, you lame ass niggas gon trip
When we dip up out the backdo'
With your main chick might as well
Go on take the handcuffs off her wrist
She going with me I got
Reservations at the Rit's she going to free
She gon get up in the G whip
And soon as we hit the room
She gon do the whole click
But I gotta commend you homes
Mayn your broad too thick
My mella I like your taste
I'mma take your next chick simp