Slugs Lyrics - Tha Truth, Pt. 2 - Trae Tha Truth

Young nigga taking off on them percs 

Young nigga putting in that work 

Young nigga let that chopper do the murking 

Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt 

Young nigga throwing up their sets 

Us niggas running through these checks 

Hundred jam I still no flex 

We ain't Nikes I'm just running through a check 

I'm on that same thing, look at this change man 

I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg 

Give me my change man this ain't no game man 

Look how this chain hang 

And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg 

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Chasing this check I'm not talking athletics but I keep my money in lockers 

If I make the call just know I got young shooters who ride like American choppers 

They hustle for [?] in the kitchen they cooking the food with the heat like Ibaka 

Don't let a coke dealer but for the right paste they perscribe Actavis like a Doctor 

Drop this what I call it rainy weather 

Chopper disconnected like it's not together 

It's the truth [?] I am not a feather 

I just hold these [?] like I'm Roc-A-Fella 

If your leeches [?] I am not the seller 

She can be with me it's what I'm not to tell her 

Like to play it like I'm a acapella 

If she here for [?] I am not that fella 

Give me my chicken if not a minute later 

Swangers I'm tippin' I should've been waiter 

Look like a swamp cause everything is Gaitor 

You don't like me, then bitch you been a hater 

I'm sick bitch, I'm sick I should've been a fever 

Fucking with me, the trunk is where I leave ya 

Don't be a [?] 

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Young nigga taking off on them percs 

Young nigga putting in that work 

Young nigga let that chopper do the murking 

Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt 

Young nigga throwing up their sets 

Us niggas running through these checks 

Hundred jam I still no flex 

I'm just running through a check 

I'm on that same thing, look at this change man 

I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg 

Give me my change man this ain't no game man 

Look how this chain hang 

And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg 

You not getting them racks, oh where they do that at? 

My neck, my wrist, my ears, and my fingers are sitting on wet 

I told that lil bitch to hop in my coupe, just like a lil pet 

Copped me a Vette then I wrecked it, then I copped a Bentley and wrecked it 

I got more shooters 

They pull up with Oolas and they not tech 9s, they Uzis 

We talk on the phone I tell them to stay reckless 

My bitch she gonna shoot, she a boolah 

Chinese and Japanese 

Her eyes looking close 

She gonna chase till she capture me 

These keys are so half To me 

This ice on my neck is so wet like it baptize me 

I get that dope from the pope 

While I get sex on a banana boat 

I can't save her, she better stay afloat 

I'll contain a baby for that dope 

Whip it! Whip it! Till I have a stroke 

Cook it, throw it, catch it, no Ebola 

Treat my dogs with bacon no con-soda 

Told your wife I bang red, Coca Cola 

Young nigga taking off on them percs 

Young nigga putting in that work 

Young nigga let that chopper do the murking 

Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt 

Young nigga throwing up their sets 

Us niggas running through these checks 

Hundred jam I still no flex 

We ain't Nikes I'm just running through a check 

I'm on that same thing, look at this change man 

I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg 

Give me my change man this ain't no game man 

Look how this chain hang 

And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg