Trae tha Truth – Other Shit Lyrics

 

Other Shit Lyrics by Trae tha Truth (feat. Peezy)

 

(Young Culture)
(Ayy, Solo, you goin’ brazy)
Yeah

Bitch, you see this rose gold kit, it cost a Cullinan (This like three hundred)
We don’t link with rappers, too much sucker shit, we be on other shit (We be on other shit)
Knockin’ famous bad bitches off my bucket list
I hide my chain and my shoe at night ’cause I can’t trust a bitch (No, I can’t trust her)
How you say we opps, you see me out, and you ain’t on nothin’? (Hmm)
I’m like the president, I clear shit out if I press a button (Yeah)
Might just take her out, go Prada shoppin’ like, “Here, this nothin'” (Let’s get it)
It’s a twist to it, here, take this thousand pack down to Kentucky (Yeah)
Stashin’ money at my mama house, don’t call me lucky (Don’t call me lucky)
Been a long time since a n**** worked at the cleaners, I’m up and runnin’ (Bitch)
Wanna do a song with me (Yeah), gotta have that paper first (Gotta have that paper first)
N**** wanna sign with me, gotta see his paperwork (Yeah)
Brodie eyes open like he off powder, yeah, we stay alert (Yeah, we stay alert)
Pull up, extra shots from .223s, pull off in SRT (Skrrt)

Bitch, you see this rose gold kit, it cost a Cullinan
We don’t link with rappers, too much sucker shit, we be on other shit
Bitch, don’t get off in this lane, I’m like a walking bag
Your shit don’t hit like it was Nick, your jeweler done you bad
I’m out here touchin’ shit, we don’t fuck with sucker shit
I be standin’ up in front of shit, on some other shit

Spent a quarter mil’ for a hater, I called it get-back (Get-back)
Real estate, penthouse trappin’, that’s for the kickback (Kickback)
What’s the point of havin’ a target? You ain’t gon’ hit that (Hit that)
Bless a fuck n**** with pressure, n****, that’s big facts (Big facts)
Know this whip I’m in worth a house and you ain’t gon’ touch ’em (Touch ’em)
Got a few n***** in the back that’ll fight, but the rest be clutchin’ (Clutchin’)
All we know is go, it won’t be no discussions (No discussion)
All this shit up in my trunk, you just might get concussions (Get concussions)
I just got another win today, I ain’t takin’ no losses (No)
Know lil’ bro, he gon’ stay with work, but we ain’t talkin’ no office (I’m not)
You ain’t out with no team to feed, how you talkin’ like bosses? (How?)
Everything that I’m rockin’ water, I ain’t talkin’ no faucet

Bitch, you see this rose gold kit, it cost a Cullinan
We don’t link with rappers, too much sucker shit, we be on other shit
Bitch, don’t get off in this lane, I’m like a walking bag
Your shit don’t hit like it was Nick, your jeweler done you bad
I’m out here touchin’ shit, we don’t fuck with sucker shit
I be standin’ up in front of shit, on some other shit

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