Tray Gwaupooo - From The Mud
Yeah, we in the trenches, niggaa
Know what the fuck goin' on
Oof, we in this motherfucka
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we in this motherfucka
30 niggas mobbin' in the crib, it's like a group home
Comin' from the mud, I need a watch, I need a two-tone
Bustin' traps right on the daily, I just got a new phone
Used to carry za, with a switched by the school zone
I don't care about tens, fuck around and take a 20
20 Ball , I need a double that, I need the money
Fuck a bitch, she got a BBL, she off that honey
Pussy got me drousy, I'm just lookin' like a mummy
Yeah, trappin' on the blocks, I don't stop until it's sunny
Survivin' in the trenches, I got far, I'm not no dummy
Gang just like my evil twin, I just call him Muddy
I can't shake no hands with no rat, we're not buddies
If You on some backdoor shit, it get bloody
Bag mode, I just got the racks right in the Duffy
I got a white boy, he a shooter just like Austin Reaves
He can turn the block up when he shoot, he shoot all the threes
Call me a point guard, CP3, I make all the reads
One thing I just never really seen was a bitch I need
A bitch told me I need to grow up, I'd rather grow weed
Like to smoke on some za, I bet now I see no seeds
Ballin' and I'm stylin' in the streets, hit the pro league
Got the tickets to the next game, I got nosebleeds
Feel like I'm just dope, boy, I'm just different
I'm like, oh please, shit
I'm like, oh please
Written by:
Traven Bryant
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