Grey Cassette (feat. Trae)

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear 'cause

Trae Tha Truth is on the way to win

Now what you know about that

If you don't know much

I guarantee you finna know this

So see me pullin' up with a video slut

Head down with the swag that'll fuck up the whole world

I'm back again, fresh out of beating a dude up

Too many wanna be gangster, fuckin' my mood up

I'm runnin' with a clique that's red black and blued up

If it's goin' down, I bet you get screwed up

You're too dead to the king of the streets

Lil' homie, slow it down, I ain't really tryin' to move fast

Old school got me lookin' like a OG

Everybody lookin' at me like they never seen glass

I'm the leader of the ABN representers

In a gutter where these rapper **** never enter

You better get up out the game if you a beginner

Somebody finna get robbed if I ain't the winner

First bitch caught slippin', I'm runnin' up in her

I'm all up in it like I'm hip for the kick back

Trunk up by the fist, we'll sit back

Leavin' through the hood like I'm goin' off a six pack

Real talk, I am the H

And tell them **** I'm a fan of hatred

Probably hate more ways, see this bitch with a classic shape

The trunk beatin' like it masturbate

I got a couple **** mad

Tell 'em I ain't finna pass the plate

I finna know that they ass is fake

So tell 'em go and give it up

I ain't finna pass the mic for shit

And I ain't leavin' till this bastard pray

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

It's Bun B, the trill G

Down south we still be bangin'

Robert Davis on the regular

You feel me?

I pop my trunk then pop it in

My top, I droppin' in

I'm a sit sideways

Then ride my blazers chopper we in

I pull up your hood

I'll roll up on your set

You know my doors is butterfly

My candy paint is wet

My leather seats are stitch and tuck

And this for my lady

She sittin' chromy on the grill

So everything is gravy

PAT I'm reppin' it

Air Jordans, I'm steppin' for warfare

I been preppin'

So know that I gots my weapon

I'm ready for regulatin'

Steady, you boys been hatin'

It's our time to shine

We on the grind and we been waitin'

To do this for the pimp

And the rest of the fallen

Soldiers, we gon' hold you down

Whether we ballin'

Are we poor pimpin'

It's never no sippin'

And if you reppin' south side

Then it won't be no trippin'

When ya

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop in your grey cassette

SUC, known to wreck

Underground street legend

Never seen a royalty check

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

Shinin' like the mornin' sun

Fuck these **** talkin' 'bout?

It's Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don

Automatic rhymes, nothin' semi, all fully

I get you good and keep you hood

Just ride and listen to me

Representin' south side

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, ****, pop it in

Money comin' 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 your strong ear

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck

Pop, pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because

The south side finna wreck