T.I.

Laugh At Em
You know what the fuck goin' on, man You better strap in your seat Well, it's gon' be a rough ride It's the king, bitch Just Blaze No introduction really necessary Get the message like a secretary Boy, I'm legendary When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the cemetery Trap music originator Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my haters They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah! Like I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a New Cadillac with some all gold hammer Long as I remember, I done ran Atlanta I could give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe Sister used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I Settin' numbers in the hood, do what I say do Tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead Or bare it, they hate that 50 million, yeah, died to make that Middle finger, if you vote for Trump See me outside where you know what's up Letras de cancionesI ain't hearing no peace talk Ain't shit funny, no hee-haw Like a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth Cracker tried it, we squeeze off Swear to God, I could've been Freddie Gray Or Mike Brown getting shot down With a pistol on me and a half a brick And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra Bland Listen, boy, your challenge with the runnin' man I will challenge with a gun in hand What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man Grand Hustle over errythang Molly, Becky and the Mary-Jane It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane Never been a part of they in-crowd Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all' Got the same friend that I came in with Duckin' all that lame shit, ayy Everyone I know is on go Drive-bys all rolled in a 4 by 4 Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe gon' go See me with it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more They love when I talk that shit Roll by the car lot, went and bought that shit Caught case after case and I fought that shit Then watch he give a damn, went and off that brick I lived the shit that they rappin' 'bout Care nuttin' 'bout what they cappin' 'bout Bankroll mama, we know what this We cashin' out, we baggin' up Stackin' up them zeroes Certified neighborhood hero You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it with me though Ayy, ayy, ayy You know you done fucked up, don'cha? You know you done fucked up, don'cha? Ain't no stoppin' this shit, partna And you know what happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now We turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the left Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that Send shots where your bandana at Drop a nigga off where Alabama at That's what nigga get for tryna battle rap Head shot, should be one and down No drive-by, but we run and gun A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts 'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not funny 'Til my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah For the love of the bankroll Keep it binned untill you sell Nigga, don't nobody care 'bout it Don't nobody wanna hear 'bout it You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for everybody And, nigga, I ain't gon' lie I promise, not a day go by I ain't on the grind, if I ain't on fire If it's one thing that I want I can't go by Tryna put six wheels on a Range Rover I ain't playin' no games, that's what you know, sir If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move over Modern 2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn Know the hustle now, come with us and down We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin' clowns We chasing mills so we can put that down Bullshit talk but we run that town But with millions and no cap and gown Went from trappin' raw to look what happen now Metal throne, concrete crown Caught that line, you're gettin' beat down Real dope boy veteran Dope boy academy Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine You better watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here Think it's sweet, you got the wrong idea Get stripped naked, left out there Tell 'em, so what the fuck I care 'Bout the trap music, all black Uzi Still packin', I'm not stupid Still down to do it, if you act stupid Get locked up and get back to it, yeah Trap music, all black Uzi Get locked up and get back to it, yeah From Letras Mania