Motor City

Lyrics

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth] Ever since a younging, I've been with the shit Either made it to the news, or we made it rich Bagging money til it couldn't fit Now I got so many whips, don't know what to pick Make a nigga tap til he call it quits I make a nigga tap til he call it quits I was tought keep the code, nigga, never switch Now I'm having so much money, don't know what to get [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Bought a thousand boes, gotta rap them up We don't do no sneak dissing, finna rap him up Still ain't touched a hundred, niggas [?] 5000 [?] off fent, gotta stack it up Got a Carbin 15 with the beam on it Met the plug outa town, put my team on it You can smell it through the bag, 'cause the weed strong Pop a fuck nigga like a seel, get your lean on I want 40 for a show, 20 for a verse Before we started selling dog, we was rolling syrup Playing roles on the 'Gram, put him on a shirt [?] got the hood hot, we've been on alert Playing yacht master too, got the face blue Call Cutty if it's smoke, [?] [?] with the guys, [?] Chopper [?] bring the [?] through Nigga [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] Ever since a younging, I've been with the shit Either made it to the news, or we made it rich Bagging money til it couldn't fit Now I got so many whips, don't know what to pick Make a nigga tap til he call it quits I make a nigga tap til he call it quits I was tought keep the code, nigga, never switch Now I'm having so much money, don't know what to get [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] Something foreign with the kit, when I play the car Sending shots, got me feeling like I'm at the bar It ain't no jumping down with me, if you ain't up to par Bout the money, but positioned like I've been in war If your wrist ain't over 50, you ain't worth the time And why you trippin on that chick? She ain't worth a dime If she ain't running up no bag, how she got the line? You ain't finna get no bread, you ain't got the grind Loading up the stick, I bet this bitch was clean Got me feeling like I'm Scotty, hit him with the beam Told him see me on the terf, I was running for green [?] have niggas feeling like they was a king [?] pressure, we gon' walk it out [?] to a box, we ain't gon' talk it out You better not play with that location, I'ma stalk it out Now look at [?] come from Texas, what you talking 'bout? [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] Ever since a younging, I've been with the shit Either made it to the news, or we made it rich Bagging money til it couldn't fit Now I got so many whips, don't know what to pick Make a nigga tap til he call it quits I make a nigga tap til he call it quits I was tought keep the code, nigga, never switch Now I'm having so much money, don't know what to get