[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]

All my niggas down to ride

You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie

I'm cold, every time I slide

Couple niggas, chopper up inside

I get money, nothin here is free

Nothin fake, real is what you see

Yeah, you hard, but you can't fuck with me

Now pull up, pull up

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]

I hear haters thinkin something sweet

Pull up, this chopper take him off his feet

You ain't talkin money, ain't no point of speakin

Bitch, I'm about that action, all you do is cheap

Ain't no other standing, fuck a conversation

I'm king, respected across the nation

Pull up on a nigga, run up like we racing

I don't catch a charge, be like a home invasion

I fill up a nigga, like four cups

Asshole by nature, give no fucks

I kill a nigga dead, no toetrucks

It's me, nigga, don't look tough

Don't take much to catch a body, fuck the Mozerati

Stole it, pull up like a jocky

Grab the Drako, beam him up like he's Scotty

Take care of you, beat him up, like we was Rocky

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]

All my niggas down to ride

You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie

I'm cold, every time I slide

Couple niggas, chopper up inside

I get money, nothin here is free

Nothin fake, real is what you see

Yeah, you hard, but you can't fuck with me

Now pull up, pull up

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]

A Lee parked, do ten with Mertin

Young nigga strapped up, leavin bodies dirty

Funny ass nigga, na, we don't joke around a lot

One phone call, have them killers at your mama spot

Camped outside, like them new Jordans coming out

Bars, na, nigga, you gotta show me what you talkin bout

Tarzan nigga, we don't squobble, we can shoot it out

Now they wanna squosh beef, that's that shit I'm talkin bout

Tats on your face, nigga, don't feel it

Real street niggas go tattoo less

Fre Lil Jordan, bro doin fifty years

It's drank city, bitch, we don't sip beer

Hundred rocket missiles in case a nigga got ears

Poppin at your temple, it don't matter where it hit you

Hit m with the money, lil homies come and get you

Fuckin with me, all them niggas with me official

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]

All my niggas down to ride

You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie

I'm cold, every time I slide

Couple niggas, chopper up inside

I get money, nothin here is free

Nothin fake, real is what you see

Yeah, you hard, but you can't fuck with me

Now pull up, pull up

[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]

Set the wave, let a nigga slip

Bustin out the band, do it just like TIP

Long ass gun barol, if a nigga try to trip

Let a fuck nigga get his whole sinked ship

Ride through the hood, Truth lookin like a mennis

If I catch you talkin shit, make you lookin like a dentist

Doin bidniss with me, I let you know when it's finished

Imma take his ass to the terf, like a scrimmage

King of the streets, when they speakin my name

I feel like the sea, bitch, I'm makin it rain

Pull up, facts, I set it right through your frame

Don't make m like me, so we are not the same

No matter the color, they know who it is

Got that K with me, like I run with Wiz

Have them niggas come through with me, like we runnin the biz

Bidness with TIP, then he go back to handlin his

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]

All my niggas down to ride

You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie

I'm cold, every time I slide

Couple niggas, chopper up inside

I get money, nothin here is free

Nothin fake, real is what you see

Yeah, you hard, but you can't fuck with me

Now pull up, pull up