Trae - Throw Aways lyrics

Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades

All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways

Heard a lot of niggas got a lot to say

Save ya breath or state ya case

Speak yo mind and be on your way

Cause I ain't got time for the games you play

Every nigga in my squad gotta strap

Grind heard to put the block on the map

If the city ain't sellin, and the people ain't yellin

I'm telling you I'm goin back hard in the trap

Hustlenomics all I know, flip that money stack that dough

Think it's funny slap that hoe - take his money tax that hoe

Yeah I said I'll say it again when I play, I play it to win

Choppa, chop off all ya limbs - Doc it ain't no savin him

Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades

All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways

Niggas mad but I'm here for the crown

All mark ass niggas better lay the fuck down

Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets

You don't wanna go there nigga sit the fuck down

Boys get low every time I get round

If I take it to the hood you'll never get found

When I come out with the K, everybody better pray

When I bust you can hear it from the other side of town

Get a few of these, runnin at you like fans

All fly ass niggas get dropped to the land

Then I gotta few goons on stand for a grand

I'm a asshole sittin with a nice set of hands

G for real I put the H on that

Talk shit bitch I'm a get a case on that

Fuck rap I done put 'em in they place on that

I'm the certified truth goin off on the track

Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades

All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways

frontin witta a nigga like me get ya whole head bust

Cock back and bust, I stay strapped cause I love that rush

Hollow points flip and they bust yo guts(nigga)

Head on the pillow, you in a coffin

Momma she cryin, yo kids they orphans

Ain't no shells cause nigga revolver

I'm that problem you can't solve 'em

Cook 'em, chop 'em, serve 'em, shop 'em

We go broke my nigga we robbin

Eat what we can, while ya'll play possum

Shop with ya boy my products awesome

We stay strapped one five carbon

Eighteen flat and it ain't no bargain

Got that work so I up my margain

It's a drought so yeah I charge 'em

Thanks to Kyle for these lyrics