Barre - Trae Tha Truth

Drinkin' by the bar y’all

Bar y’all, oh my God

Drinkin' by the bar y’all

Bar y’all, oh my God

Houston is pissed off

Still in the same lane

Diamonds be wildin' out

I told ‘em to stay and hang

Look like I’m doing time

My neck in the chain gang

Everything fly as hell

Still on that same plane

Thinking about Booyor

That’s that Big Boo Yoo baby

Still represent the Click

Just movin' solo baby

Thinking ‘bout where we been

Keep me from going crazy

Had the whole world leanin'

Motion to something lazy

No doubt about it

Thinking about you and Screw

And how we used to talk and blaze

Yellin' «man, hol' up»

Bald faded, versace shades

Tap, tappin' on boys

Bring it back

That was word to H-A-W-K, 3−2, and Pat, nigga

Tippin' on these fools

Movin' slow

Trunk never closed

Niggas know

I’m gon' brimp the click

It’s all I know

Somewhere off in traffic, moving slow

And all I wore is riff, what’s goin' on?

I’ve gotta hold it down

I can’t let go

I tell the boys in blue

Imma stay screwed up

It’s gonna heal me from my wound up, wound up