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