#PRAY4NOLA ft. YoRudeBoy Lyrics

We just say, WhoaNA

Trae Trae & NOLA

Oooh

Yaah, yaah

Westside, 15

It's whatever though

From the cut-off to the ferry

Time to let em know

Eat on these tracks like edibles

Free my niggas doin' time

Federal !!

I like to pour up twenty fours

I like to pull up on 24s

Willya niggas switch sides

Shit you never know

Real nigga on your block

What it's hitting for

Whoa

These niggas really out to get me fool

He like

I can never let him get me fool

In the city, where it's hot

Couldn't risk gettin' shot

He was posted with his Glock

He ain't like to talk a lot

For the Rock heads, he had rocks

For the Smokers, he had pot

Had a bitch that was fine

Slim in the waist with a big ole behind

And the swag cost a lot

Oh, yeah, that's his baby fishtailing in

the drop

90sERX, baby

We still pullin' out them knots

Say you one of us

Fuck nigga, no you not

Your rent is passed, dude

I just spent that on a watch

You niggas passed, pooh

Time to flush you out

That bitch that you lovin', I just nutted in her mouth

I come through clutchin', I ain't tryna hear you out

Fuck how you do

This how we do it down south

Leave the scene work for police to figure out

Now the whole hood know what them nigga really bout

Mmm

I bet nobody run they mouth

Mmm

Cause rat a tap-tap, I hear a scream or a shout

Mmm

This how we do it down south

Mmm

I hope nobody run they mouth

Mmm

Ihope nobody run them out

Huh

Never the type of nigga, to type of nigga

I wanna see you face-to-face like I'm Skypin' with ya

Will yanigga switch sides, shit you never know

Been in the binger , but I never been in federal

My

Timin' is changin'

I'm honestly thinkin' that

Me and my nigga

The only ones bringin'

The heat when it's rainin'

We had too much trainin'

You could go tell him that

Gotta see heaven, my nigga

I've been to hell and back

Gotta be better, my nigga

See more than sellin' raps

Think with his melon, yeah

Thank the good Lord he wasn't

sellin' crack

He still a fellon, yeah

What's wrong though

How you do right when everything about

you wrong, yo

Been playin' around with this music so long

So

Time to get ignorant, kill it

Give it certificate

Seal it, sign it

Significant

I talk it, I preach it

They still missin' it

I got that touch and they can't

copy my arithmetic

Huh, Huh

Oh no fuckin' right, ho

Me a trigger, shoot all my all night, So

Hits, nigga

Who that make a mix sit right ho

This nigga, yeah, yeah, this nigga

Rude boy, his nigga, Yeah

Come on, expect that on a nigga like the Levy, bro

Like Jubilee, bitch, get it ready, get it ready, ho

Huh, ho, Huh, huh, ho

Huh, Come on, expect that on a nigga like the Levy, bro

Like Jubilee, bitch, get it ready, get it ready, ho

Huh, ho

We just say, whoa na

Please, pray for Nola

Trae trae & Nola

Smoke that weed, smoking that fire

Yeah, yeah

Smoke that weed, smoking that fire

Smoke that weed, smoking that fire

Smoke that weed, smoking that fire

Smoke that weed, smoking that fire

Trae trae & Nola

We just gon roll one

Smoke that weed, smoking that fire