Throw Aways (feat. Gorilla Zoe & Yung Joc)

Chorus (Yung Joc)

Servin' birds and totin' K's

Chevrolets on top of blades

All of us got throw aways

Bustin' out the Escalade

Bustin' out the Escalade

Bust-bustin' out the Escalade

Bustin' out the Escalade

All of us got throw aways

Verse 1 (Yung Joc)

Whole lotta niggaz got a lot to say

Save your breath or state your case

Speak your mind or be on your way

Ain't got time for the games you play

Every nigga in my squad got a strap

Grind hard to put the block on the map

If the city ain't sellin'

And the people ain't yellin'

I'm tellin' ya I'm goin' back hard in the trap

Hustlenomics all I know

Flip that money stack that doe

Think its funny slap that hoe

Take his money text that hoe

Yeah I said it I'll say it again

When I play it I play it to win

Choppa chop of all your limbs

Doc' it ain't no savin' him

Chorus (Yung Joc)

Verse 2 (Trae)

Niggaz mad but I'm here for the crown

Mark ass niggaz betta 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

Voices get low everytime I come 'round

If I take you to the hood you will never get found

When I come out with the K

Everybody better pray

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

Get a few of these runnin' at you light fast

Dumb fly ass niggaz get dropped to the land

Then I got a 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'ma get a case on that

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

I'm the certified truth goin' off on a track

Chorus (Yung Joc)

Verse 3 (Gorilla Zoe)

Fuccin' with a nigga like me get your whole head bust

Cock back I bust

I stay strapped cuz I love that rush

hollow point slip when they push your guts nigga

Head on the pillow you in a coffin

Momma she cryin' your kids they orphans

Ain't no shells cuz niggaa we found them

I'm the problem you can't solve him

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

We go broke my nigga*a we robbin'

Eat what we kill why you all play possum

Shop witcha boy my product's awesome

We stay strapped one five carbon

18 flat and ain't no bargains

Got my work so we up'ed my margins

It's a drop so yeah I charge 'em

Chorus (Yung Joc)