Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Jadakiss, Trae Tha Truth - Inkredible 3 lyrics

Trae I see ya, Rozay iIInkredible
Know what it is maybach Music

My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix
Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring or nugget
Niggas like the ride, sip lean out the bucket
I lean to the side
White whip Michael Douglas
Hard times call for drastic measures
I call my dog, he bought a mac 11
40 rounds hollerin where the yola at?
Nigga dead serious
Chopper with a shoulder strap
Microphone, Michael corleone I know I’m wrong
The man up above love for
Me to sing them poems
So sing along, you know the song I sing
Bring thеm things along
I gotta feed the team
It’s Rozay, I need 100 bottles
Yеllow bitches, all of em swallow
H town, nigga 305
I can move them packs, each and every night

All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door
Choppers out: "ding dong
Didn't I change the game and
Put my motherfucking team on
Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone
Fuck you ho-ass niggas
I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters
Pop case open closed
Looking for a bitch to hop
Up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat
Double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I motherfucking overload
Been rapping
Flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sonny
Drive in Bronx Tale, calogero
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull them hammers out and run
Them nigga's like stockings
Got some niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry for the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV
Beyotch

Ughh, chyea, haha, uhh
Triple black panamera phantom of the streets
Quarterbackin bricks on top of
These glass cleats
All these stones on my my neck
And wrist part of the streets
Used to … endangered now it's
Part of my seats i’m in the hood under
Surveillance buncha haters watchin
Couple choppers out for dinner
Failin ain't an option
Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings
Competition is murder, haters I'm killin
Fuck a money machine
I don't count it I blow it
Bitch my money conceited
It look good when I throw it i’m a asshole
Therefore my temper is reckless
I’m the city of Houston
You can tell them it's Texas
The king of the streets
Somewhere deep with gorillas
Behind something that's tinted
Bitch you see the gorillas
These other dudes yellin truth
They only imitation and when I see them it's
Fuck ‘em minus the penetration

Uhuh, yea, uh we're gettin situated
(mmm) , I know you bitches hate it
I’m in a new Aston, the one Swizz created
(haa ha) i can't give you a dime
But I can get you faded (yeah)
Before you become a member you get initiated
(uh huh)
A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon
The hood still love me cuz I never left them
(uh uh) i distribute it
(yeah) , I get rid of it (yep)
Its all comin back (uhh) , every bit of it
I’m territorial, it's your memorial (yeah)
But don't feel bad, I’m talkin to all of you
(yeah)
This is real shit, and that's nonsense
(uh huh)
I got AKs (what?) , I got Thompsons (haha)
I got investors (yeah) , I get sponsors (uh)
They scared of the crew
(scared) , I’m wit monsters (what?)
It ain't nothin for sure but
We touchin the raw (uh)
And they gotta let us in
Or we rushin the door