Like Mine

[Chorus: Trae the Truth] Yo' trap don’t boom like mine Yo' paper ain't longer than mine Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man Yo’ bitch ain't finer than mine Yo' rims ain' taller than mine Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man [Verse 1: ???] I got diamonds on my neck, and I ain't even gotta flex Everybody know we got stacks on deck Hood rich, another nigga from the projects With more hoes than Rasheed Wallace got techs Aw man, imma' fool on 24's, on the trunk, I got ham on them skinny hoes You talking pounds? That ain't shit, we got plenty those And if you talking white, boy, we got plenty [?] Dreads hanging out the hat, smoking purple dro’ Big bank in the building, imma’ let em' know Niggas hating, we get money eithеr way it go My clientele, feed wеll, even when it’s low [Chorus: Trae the Truth] Yo' trap don't boom like mine Yo' paper ain’t longer than mine Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man Yo' bitch ain't finer than mine Yo' rims ain' taller than mine Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Imma' lean with it, serving fiends with it, on the block since the age of 13 with it In the kitchen, water whipping, a thousand eight grams, I'm standing over the stove and I'm doing it with one hand Aw man, 2 man, [?], 207 gram, got yam, I'm [?], I'm selling that grown man Aw man, I'm on that kush tonight, and I ain't stopping, choppa hit you and your body stop rocking My chain got Pneumonia, watch got the bird flu, came to the club smelling like a pound of purple Big Cat Records, nigga it's a movement, this ain't hip-hop this is drug dealing music [Chorus: Trae the Truth] Yo' trap don't boom like mine Yo' paper ain't longer than mine Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man Yo' bitch ain't finer than mine Yo' rims ain' taller than mine Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man [Verse 3: Trae the Truth] I'm in a drop-top Chevy, same colour as the Reese's cup Chocolate outside, can't forget the peanut butter guts And call me Coca-Cola, cause I keep the yola man I got a hundred pounds stashed in the trashcan My wrist rock though, same say its frostbit I'm young money, so the young dude hood rich I get money partner, I make [?] I hit the club, let em' know what it stands for I'm in the '06, that's a Benz bitch I clean myself constantly, cause I'm the shit I got a old school, might remind you of a [?] The chain [?], might remind you of some Skittles [Chorus: Trae the Truth] Yo' trap don't boom like mine Yo' paper ain't longer than mine Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man Yo' bitch ain't finer than mine Yo' rims ain' taller than mine Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man