Trae Beware lyrics

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Beware by Trae Beware lyrics [Trae] I know you haters better run, I'm coming for you And everyday a nigga repping, and riding for Screw I was keeping it in my chest, now I'm getting it out I know you spectators in the game, better close your mouth I got a lot of my time invested, up in this game It's S.U.C. till I'm dead, ain't no need to explain I'm in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats So niggaz'd back back, I'm a man dude with a attitude And I'm too quick to click, Lil' Trae is a damn fool In my zone leave me alone, I ain't trying to be fucked with Everything that I got, is everything that I wanna roll with Me and me and myself, you niggaz bad for my health Now I'm pumped up like Superman, with a uppercut to be felt I ain't playing with what I'm saying, you cats better start praying For Deebo commits to spraying, and everybody be staying [Hook] Why, these fellas talking down Don't they know, why we'll ride And make somebody slide, beware Why, these fellas talking down Don't they know, why we'll ride And make these bustsas hot, beware [Bun B] I'm chilling in my 1's, chopping game on my celly My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly Got your lil mama, butt naked shake her jelly I'ma put her on a tape, and play it back on the telly Boys hate to love the street show, when we showing up I give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up They can't afford the pints, by the case that we po'ing up Young in the game, it's time to start growing up Get you some hustle, get you some grind Show me some muscle, show me some shine Fuck trying to crime, off another nigga name It's just a matter of time, 'fore I run you out the game Because I can't believe the nerve, of these hoes Trying to use my nigga Pimp name, for benefit shows Fin to start kicking in do's, with the macks Trying to let that shit pass, now I'm coming for your ass fool [Hook] [Trae] It's the return of the mad rapper, industry nigga subtracter That be greed up in the fists, that be clinched like a black panther I'm sick and tired of you fakers, that try to twist up the game So now you gotta see me, like the 84's that I swang My glock I cock and I aim, my name you fin to respect it You let me off in your world, then I swear to God I'ma wreck it You must of thought I forgot about you, acting sue a crowd'll watch you I gotta get that up out you, your people gon be without you On top of that, niggaz be using my homie name Saying the Screwed Up Click, so they can get them a little change Hopping from dick to dick, and I ain't even gon say no name I feel like I wanna click, so now you gon feel my pain I'm Trae, and I ain't bar nan nigga in this drama Or mama, I weave and I swang sending em through a trauma They tell me to let em make it, but really I ain't the one Them bitches did it, so now they gotta see me when I come [Z-Ro] Where the real niggaz at, cause I can't find none Everybody be talking shit, when they be packing they guns Quick to shoot a motherfucker, to keep they face from sweating But when the laws come to bang one, snitching and telling Be these ol' buster ass niggaz, killing all in they music Showing a four pound around town, but never gon use it I'm registered by my gangsta, you barely touching me G Now feel you got the edasity, to come and see me Fuck it whoever wanna get some, can come and get dropped I'm a grown man I don't get people sued, I get people shot If you ain't shot, I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga Z-Ro the Crooked, cause ain't no love for none of these niggaz Straight Profit to Presidential, trying to scandalize my name They can't sell records without me, that's a god damn shame I ain't to blame, why these niggaz ain't selling and losing weight But I'm to blame, when I go off and get the bruising they face [Hook] (Z-Ro) Make a nigga hot, yeeeah Why you wanna hate me, S.U.C. You niggaz can't be meeee My nigga T-R-A-E And that's the way it's gonna be Until a motherfucker take me Me, and the M double A-B We gon be thugging Until we see you niggaz to see [talking] Straight up, it's my cousin Trae nigga These bitch ass niggaz can't fuck with you [Hook]

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