Trae Tha Truth, Bun B, Lil Keke - Grey Cassette lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Bun B, Lil Keke - Grey Cassette lyrics]
Pop In Your Grey Cassette
Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop-Pop In Your Grey Cassette
Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop in your Grey Cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth
Is on the way to win
Now what'cha know about that
If you don't know
Much I guarentee you finna know about the?
So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' slut
Head down with a swag that'll
Fuck up the whole world i'm back again
Fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones)
Too many wanna be gangsta
Fuckin' my mood up
I probably wanna clique that's red
Black and blued up if it's going down
I bet'cha get screwed up
Ya to dead to the King Of The
Streets lil homie slow it down
I ain't really try'na move fast
My old school got me looking like a OG
Everybody looking at me like
They never seen glass
I'm the leader of the ABN representers
And a gutta when these
Rappin' niggas never inna
Ya better get up out the
Game if you a beginner
Somebody finna get robbed if
I ain't a winner
First bitch caught slippin' a
Running a binner
I wanna win it like I'm here finna get back
Trunk up by the fist will sit back
Leaving through the hood like I'm
Going off a six pack real talk I am the H
And tell them niggas I'm a fan of hatred
Probably hate mo ways you see a
Bitch with a classic shape
Trunk beatin' like it masturbate
I got a couple niggas mad
Tell them I ain't finna pass the plate
I finna know that they ass is fake
So tell them goin' give it up
I ain't finna pass the mic for shit
And I ain't leaving till this bastard pray
It's Bun B the Trill G
Downsouth we still be bangin' Robert
Davis on the regular
Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in
(pop it in)
My top I droppin' in (droppin' in)
I'm a sit sideways
Then ride my blazers chop it in
I pull up in yo hood, I roll up on your set
You know my dows is butterfly
My candy paint is wet
My leather seats are stitch and tuck
And this for my lady
She sitting chromy on the grill
So everything is gravy pAT i'm reppin' it
Air Jordans I'm steppin' for warfare
I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon
I'm ready for regulating
Steady you boys been hating
It's our time to shine
We on the grind and we been waiting
To do this for the pimp
And the rest of the fallen
Soliders we goin hold you
Down wheter we ballin'
Or we poor pimpin' it's never no sippin'
And if you reppin' southside then
It will be no trippin' when ya
Pop it in, nigga it's the legend
Don Ke in ya Grey Cassette
Representin' southside hustle USA, 713
Pop in ya Grey Cassette sUC, known to wreck
Underground street legend never seen
A raw titty four-fifteens, liquid screens
Bangin' out my music deck
Tilt the grain, change the lane
Homie I ain't finished yet
Houston, Texas pourin' on
Shining like the morning sun
Fuck these niggas talking bout
It's Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don
Automatic rise nothing semi all fully
I get'cha good and keep it hood
Just ride and listen to me
Representin' southside
Tell em keep they mouth wide
Leather it's cassette grey
Navy on the outside
Losers out here never win
Tell me who they better than
Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape
Nigga pop it in
Money coming through this way
Hustle Town USA
South Park, Sunnyside, Southwest all day
Do it all that last year
Fuck another bad year
My whole swag full grown
Lend me ya strong ear
Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop-Pop In Your Grey Cassette
Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop in your Grey Cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth
Is on the way to win
Now what'cha know about that
If you don't know
Much I guarentee you finna know about the?
So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' slut
Head down with a swag that'll
Fuck up the whole world i'm back again
Fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones)
Too many wanna be gangsta
Fuckin' my mood up
I probably wanna clique that's red
Black and blued up if it's going down
I bet'cha get screwed up
Ya to dead to the King Of The
Streets lil homie slow it down
I ain't really try'na move fast
My old school got me looking like a OG
Everybody looking at me like
They never seen glass
I'm the leader of the ABN representers
And a gutta when these
Rappin' niggas never inna
Ya better get up out the
Game if you a beginner
Somebody finna get robbed if
I ain't a winner
First bitch caught slippin' a
Running a binner
I wanna win it like I'm here finna get back
Trunk up by the fist will sit back
Leaving through the hood like I'm
Going off a six pack real talk I am the H
And tell them niggas I'm a fan of hatred
Probably hate mo ways you see a
Bitch with a classic shape
Trunk beatin' like it masturbate
I got a couple niggas mad
Tell them I ain't finna pass the plate
I finna know that they ass is fake
So tell them goin' give it up
I ain't finna pass the mic for shit
And I ain't leaving till this bastard pray
It's Bun B the Trill G
Downsouth we still be bangin' Robert
Davis on the regular
Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in
(pop it in)
My top I droppin' in (droppin' in)
I'm a sit sideways
Then ride my blazers chop it in
I pull up in yo hood, I roll up on your set
You know my dows is butterfly
My candy paint is wet
My leather seats are stitch and tuck
And this for my lady
She sitting chromy on the grill
So everything is gravy pAT i'm reppin' it
Air Jordans I'm steppin' for warfare
I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon
I'm ready for regulating
Steady you boys been hating
It's our time to shine
We on the grind and we been waiting
To do this for the pimp
And the rest of the fallen
Soliders we goin hold you
Down wheter we ballin'
Or we poor pimpin' it's never no sippin'
And if you reppin' southside then
It will be no trippin' when ya
Pop it in, nigga it's the legend
Don Ke in ya Grey Cassette
Representin' southside hustle USA, 713
Pop in ya Grey Cassette sUC, known to wreck
Underground street legend never seen
A raw titty four-fifteens, liquid screens
Bangin' out my music deck
Tilt the grain, change the lane
Homie I ain't finished yet
Houston, Texas pourin' on
Shining like the morning sun
Fuck these niggas talking bout
It's Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don
Automatic rise nothing semi all fully
I get'cha good and keep it hood
Just ride and listen to me
Representin' southside
Tell em keep they mouth wide
Leather it's cassette grey
Navy on the outside
Losers out here never win
Tell me who they better than
Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape
Nigga pop it in
Money coming through this way
Hustle Town USA
South Park, Sunnyside, Southwest all day
Do it all that last year
Fuck another bad year
My whole swag full grown
Lend me ya strong ear