Traa (freestyle) ft. K Triga, Miller Millz & Sarks Lyrics

Yeah say they go traa

Miller in it and we bout to go traa

Ak how you feeling

Man we bout to go traa

Barik taking shots yes like traa

We Vybe em Off

And you know the way

Say my homies now they going like traa

Pull up on your hood

Then make that thingy go traa

Say my homies the be going like

Traa traa traa traa traa traa

Yeah yeah yeah

You know who we Beez

When we go traa

We ain't taking shots boy

You know who we are

I just do my shit

Cause I know that I'm getting power

It's a freestyle thing

So I don't take it serious but

Yeah I make it go traa

They know the boy

They know that Airma been a sir

You try to uh

Eat me up sir

But you know I'm in your body

Like a nigga is cancer

Yeah man uh man

I'm going like traa

We gon get up in your hood

Then make that thingy go traa

You been thinking

Like what

You don't know who we are

I just do it do it

Like I love this shit

Yeah

Make I go traa

Yeah my homies like traa

Pull up on your hood

Then make that thing go

Traa traa traa

Yeah we going like traa

And my homies finna make that thingy go

Traa traa traa

Traa

And I be shooting like traa

You already know it's Triga

I be coming like

Traa traa traa

I be shining like traa

We be fuckin with the city

We no do it like

Traa traa traa

I put your feeling through a track

And now you fuckin with the hype

And all my niggaz with the

Traa traa traa

And if you fuckin with them niggaz

On the downtown side

Now we just pull up in your hood like

Traa

All my niggaz like traa

Pull up on your hood

Then make that thingy go

Traa traa traa

Yeah they know who we are

Pull up on your hood

Then make that thingy go

Traa traa traa

All my people gra-gra

For the city

People running helter-skelter

Gunshot fire

People run run

Make a nigga like me thinking life

Round n round

Fire don come

Everybody run

Somebody get burn

People dem run

Everybody know say people dem run

Always steady going gra-gra

Everybody know say we na singing

Traa traa

Yeah traa

You know me sir

I can't fit in your trouser

This bigger

Than the money that you seeking

This is not funny

I might just blow a bullet in your head

You cannot read this in a bulletin

It's bigger than your head

Oh now I see them niggaz getting scared

I be loading up my gun then going

Traa traa traa

Laughing at you bitches like

Ha-ha