Top Songs By Tha Rejectz
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tha Rejectz
Performer
Trae tha Truth
Performer
Cal Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackboy Dee
Songwriter
Frazier Othel Thompson III
Songwriter
Cal Wayne Killa
Songwriter
ANTONIO SAENZ
Songwriter
Ramish Damone Johnson
Songwriter
Kedric Jones
Songwriter
MYKEAH PICKETT
Songwriter
Laray Eagans
Songwriter
Lyrics
****, I'm from Texas
Everything is slow-mo
Better keep my name out. You're my word to poyo
Yeah, let him see his beef got me jumping out the photo
We could see the score shit I'm trying to score for four more
Make a hater drown trying to ride a **** wave
Yeah, bitch. I'm in the field rocking chains like a slave
Money or the chopper either wayI play with Ks
**** think he bought it I'ma show him that's a phase
Riding top-down Frankie Beverly and Maze
Call me Pat Riley in the game making plays
Fucking up a check I was trying to get a raise
Tell them it was up suckers better count they days
I be black tint turn it dark in the daytime
Open up the trunk let the ceiling on it lay down
Hit the boulevard Let the slippers know it's play time
Way, I'm having shit bet the **** wish they stay down
Mr. Pete's the pup the hardest pit in the litter
Iron in my left with intend to deliver
Heavy weight, a **** call me top down in the winter
24 inches spokes poke out the fender
A line in my cup, OG up in the Swisha
And I don't squash nothing if I owe you I'ma get you
Dome shot closed casket They gotta use your picture
Type of **** make you highlight everybody sprinter
Hoes choose in a trans if she watching, I'm a hitter
Paid tipper ran through her and the potnas that with her
Let the window down
Turn your corner in the thriller raised on the boulevard home
Of the sippers
At the circle dry chop rocks like clippers
Summertime but the trap spot slow like December
I been up in these streets
Been thuggin, no beginner
Syrup Sipper like HAWK cant eat up off my dinner
**** we got a problem any type of shit like this
I got it
This that flow I used to pop it at Dile and beating on the locker
That pull up the Carols on Saturday don't go inside
I just came to see what Tony ass is driving
It's that draped and drip keep something in the clip
Don't trip I'm gonna catch him if he's slip
I'm talking about swang and I swang to the left by the stove
Cocaine on the shelf with that bang on my belt
Like Man, Hold up
Jack you know his hood throw the 4 up
H-town **** this that flow that made them know us
Man, he in this hoe make you wanna pull 4 up, for real
Ask about Jake ****, remember I rap till i get sent to the detention
Till **** break his pencil
And **** after that they'll beat box in that hoe, damn
I wish I had Reebok on this hoe
When I smile in the dark, it's like somebody lit some candlestick
Chance to make champions, raise account balances
It's taking care of families. Have your way when you having shit
Bad bitch suck the dick outside on the balcony
Clapping on her ass and shit now she's looking back at it
Talking about is yours all kind of other nasty shit
Think she's gonna ride hold a dine but there's some magic tragic
Blankets in them dirty clothes make the palace rich
Same leather in the car They made Jesus sandals with
Brother find your long-lost cousins and all your family
Make it money easy The hard part is how you manage it
Selling Ps surrounded by tree like it's a camera trip
Whole brick, man
Wait a minute
Let me jump in fast money ripping jailhouse like an inmate
Running through the field like my name Kunta Kinte
A **** come from nothing now its foregins when I switch lanes
I've been killing beats since junior high lunch table
The plug gave me juice like some damn jumper cable
Smoking on exotic mixing all type of flavor
Candy red paint dripping sticky on the pavement
Good in the hood like rice and gravy from the Chang
Swinging down the K got the bopper saying man
A **** drop the top every time the foes dance
Heart of a hustle. I'm the motherfucking man
Quarter pound the dope
I don't even need soap I'll be praying for smoker
Trying to get them bitches hope
Give wake up when they woke have them starring at the floor
**** died on the 12th killer was dead before the first
My neighborhood violent them young **** wilding
Can't even drive so they sliding on the trolley
Money don't make you solid bullet holes in my body
I don't promote violence try to shoot me. So I shot him
I promise. I think I got problem
I don't trust a soul
I think everybody plotting
Talk to God like we potnas
Shit get hard
I know he got me
Keep the rod in my pocket
Going hard the only option
This that block shit
Thug life Pac shit shooter get shot
Seen **** get box for trying to box shit
Pain killers new cocaine have a rock dealers rocking it
Product of my environment shot up and I done shoot some shit
Dope the pot, dope on the clock
I'm dope and you not
Shout out a dope fiend
He broke in the spot
Post by smokes with the opps you a cop
Every real **** fell in love with thot
Man, hold up, two fingers twisted when I throw the 4 up
Straight drop I ain't never sold no blow up
Bad dope will make the dope fiends throw up
****, no, I got the base boom plus my trunk knocking
Paparazzi **** ain't gangsta they be paparazzi
Yes you got them tight Amiri jeans
I made your bitch drop soda can the way I pop it
They know I'd be shit talking
I cleaned in the bitch. I told your bitch to take a pic for me
Everything on me flooded your BM trying to link up
Swerving lane-to-lane, I spilled my juice. I need a new cup
It's a freestyle. I'm off the head like a fresh cut
This that shit that make them folks go crazy like a lace blunt
I knew that boy was pussy ain't got it Say it I just know you one
H-Town **** i drop the top just to show him something
Break them boys off my chain frosty this the coldest one
This that Florida water, slow it down, bitch, cause we in Houston
This that pull up and pop off, see what them gangsta **** doin'
Mama, don't tell me be safe, I'm out here postin' with who shootin'
If you reppin', I'm steppin', I'm recruitin', bitch, let's do it
Hood baby, out that muddy so I'm straight from the dirty
Straight from the crest, I'm on the lane, I'm fuckin' with 30
They wonder where I been, I'm in my bag
Bitch, I been workin', fittin' out like dope
When they release that song, it sound like I'm servin'
Makin' them nervous
I was that bad bitch, actin' out, rappin' in that sac room
Tryna smoke me and my partner out, he done ran right in the bad news
I'm a hustler, findin' diamonds in that trash like I'm a raccoon
You aint from round here lil bro, that's why I taxed you
Written by: ANTONIO SAENZ, Cal Wayne Killa, Frazier Othel Thompson III, Jackboy Dee, Kedric Jones, Laray Eagans, MYKEAH PICKETT, Ramish Damone Johnson
