Trae Tha Truth - Throwaway lyrics

(Chorus) 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 [Verse 1 - Yung Joc) Heard a lot of n***as 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 n***a in my squad gotta strap Grind heard to put the block on the map Ya CD 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 ho - take his money tax that ho 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 (Chorus) 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 [Verse 2 - Trae] n***as mad but I'm here for the crown All mark a** n***as better lay the f** down Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets You don't wanna go there n***a sit the f** 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 a** n***as get dropped to the land Then I gotta few goons on stand for a grand I'mma a**hole sittin with a nice set of hands G for real I put the H on that Talk sh** b**h I'mma get a case on that f** rap I done put 'em in they place on that I'm the certified truth goin off on the track (Chorus) 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 (Gorilla Zoe) f** with a n***a like me get ya whole head bust co*k back and bust, I stay strapped cause I love that rush Hollow points flip and they bust yo guts(n***a) Head on the pillow, you in a coffin Momma she cryin, yo kids they orphans Ain't no shells cause n***a we fought 'em I'm that problem you can't solve 'em Cook 'em, chop 'em, serve 'em, shop 'em We go broke my n***a 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 (Chorus till End)