Throw Aways Lyrics - Gorilla Zoe

(Yung Joc) 

Serve them birds tote K's 

Cheverolet's on top of blades 

All of us got throw aways 

Bustin' out the Escalade 

Bustin' out the Escalade 

Bust-bustin' out the Escalade 

Bustin' out the Escalade 

All of us got throw aways 

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1 (Yung Joc) 

Whole lotta n****z got a lot to say 

Save your breath or state your case 

Speak your mind or be on your way 

Ain't got time for the games you play 

Every n***a in my squad got a strap 

Grind hard to put the block on the map 

If the city ain't sellin' 

And the people ain't yellin' 

I'm tellin' ya I'm goin' back hard in the trap 

Hustlenomics all I know 

Flip that money stack that doe 

Think your funny slap that hoe 

Take his money text that hoe 

Yeah I said it I'll say it again 

When I play it I play it to win 

Choppa chop of all your limbs 

Doc' it ain't no savin' him 

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(Yung Joc) 

2 (Trae) 

N****z mad but I'm here for the crown 

All walk a** n****z betta lay the f*** down 

Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets 

You don't wanna go there n***a sit the f*** down 

Fours get loaded everytime I come 'round 

If I take you to the hood you will never get found 

When I come out with the K 

Everybody better pray 

If I bust you can hear it from the other side of town 

Get a few of these runnin' at you light fast 

Dumb fly a** n****z get dropped to the land 

Then I got a few goons on stand for a grand 

I'm a a**hole sittin' with a nice set of hands 

G for real I put the H on the map 

Talk s*** b***h I'ma get a case on that 

F*** rap I done put 'em in they place on that 

I'm the certified truth goin' off on a track 

(Yung Joc) 

3 (Gorilla Zoe) 

F***in' with a n***a like me get your whole head bust 

Cock back I bust 

I stay strapped cuz I love that rush 

4 point slip when they push your guts n***a 

Head on the pillow you in a coffin 

Momma she cryin' your kids they orphans 

Ain't no shells cuz n***a we found them 

I'm the problem you can't solve him 

Cook 'em chop 'em serve 'em shop 'em 

We go broke my n***a we robbin' 

Eat what we kill why you all play possum 

Shop what you want my product's awesome 

We stay strapped one five carbon 

18 flat and ain't no bargains 

Cut my work so we up'ed my margins 

It's a drop so yeah I charge 'em 

(Yung Joc)