Skip Rage Tru Troops
I be throwing up gang signs
Don't even know what the shit mean
And wish a nigga do something
Out here all night
Blowing loud by the precinct
Police ain't gonna do nothing
Tru Troops We Rage
Tru Troops We Rage
Tru Troops We Rage
Tru Troops We Rage
Mosh pit with a room full of bitches
Hands on the wall
Tell that bitch!
Assume the position
Palms been itching, but I'm still broke
Back to the field
Back,back to the field
Gotta deal coke
Ya plug be fronting on the gram
But ain't got a gram, when you call'em
See that be the problem
Been Eating all night, I'm still starving
Nigga I'll take ya wallet
Never do business with a nigga that I don't know
Cause he might be po-po
Party up on the weekday, same shit on the weekend
But everyday we hustle
Catch this fade! I better paid!
You gone catch this fade! I BETTER GET PAID!
(Hook x4)
Rage Rage, What the f..ck you gon do?
Imma pull up, BANG BANG, on a mutha f..cker
Queens nigga with the long hair
Pull up on mr.pretty tony
Like I'm muthafuckin goldie
Keep the piece up in the Moncler
But I ain't no scammer
I'm talking bout that hammer
Every bitch I run through
Come to the muthafuckin city
And she run through my crew
Bitch I don't want you
Bitch I don't want you
Imma grown man
I get my grown man on
No handouts
I got my own damn arms
She don't wanna f..ck
I used my left hand palm
Or call up a freak, that's ready to get it onnnnnnn
Lifestyles of the rich, get it dolo
Everything designer , but a nigga wear no logo
No I never had anything that I want, so imma stick you up for everything I want
(Hook x4)
Rage Rage, What the f..ck you gon do?
Imma pull up, BANG BANG, on a mutha f..cker
