T-Low434 - Trade Off

Never let a nigga tell you how to run yo trap
Don't you ever let a nigga pull up on ya back
Niggas pussy
They be quick to hit a blind side
Only thing that you gone need is that 9-iron

My brothers come and drop you quick
I ain't ever been the type to go and flip the script
And if a nigga want some smoke
Then imma up my shit
Cause I ain't finna be the only one who out there dropping bitch

Lot of niggas say they gang
Til they cards start to fold
Need to watch what you say
Cause they'll trick you like a hoe

Ion wanna play no games
I be the one to buss ya nose
Big Dawgs at the top
When you see them totem poles

Better run
Cause if we gotta up it
Better know that you done

When it come to music
Better know I'm the one
Ion really got time for shit
If it ain't about the paper
I'm not hearing it

All these niggas ever claim
Is gang gang gang
Til they locked in a box
Hurt wit pain pain pain
I ain't ever try and follow
I stay in my lane
All I see is copycats
Filled with shame shame shame

Stay with my migos like I'm take off

Keep playing games
won't make it to the play offs

I could've put em on
he wanted to stay off

I don't sell shit
I call it a trade off

Smoking skywalker
I see purple beams

Prolly from my tent
I see purple leaves

Drink in my cup
Move at turtle speed

Just like Amazon
I got what u need

I got want you need
All I need is the shipping
Come on pay the price
Cause the market always tripping
Once the price doubles
You be tripping bout it
Right
Only thing I keep is pressure
I be smoking day and night
Dog coming thru
Like a missile on a mission
Low coming through
Like I'm Rodman from the pistons
Bout to pull a D Rose
The way I'm dunking on the beat
Always keep my guard up
Niggas Candy
Hella sweet

Twisted by the tongue
Then I split it like a Twizzler
She screaming she gone come
Cause I eat it like a snicker
Baby call me dum
Cause she blow me off the liquor
All I need is 10 minutes
She'll be flowing like a river

Thinking that you hot
Could have you laying in the streets
Twisting up some knots
Won't ever make you a real G
Play the part you got
I won't let you step to me
Better keep the social distance
Cause I'm quick to fuck the peace

The
B. I.
E S T after double G's

Fucking with my dawg means that u fucked with me

Think my niggas Pussy
Bitch won't u come and see

This the big boy
This ain't no AR P

I don't know why niggas
Keep thinking they are me

Better come correct or
imma mark u incomplete

Make sure it's direct
if what u say
for me

The bag I always need

It got money trees
Smoking on a money tree

Think I'm boutta pass out
Ran out of money trees
Think it's time to cash out
One thing bout the dawgs
We gone rap our ass off

Written by:
Justin Blackwell, Tenique Chavous

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