're so, so special You're so, so special You're so, so special [Verse 1: Trae] I woke up early this morning But all I can think about is what keep me
Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep [Trae] I'm a swang, I'm a swang the slab, lean to the left Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta
to see me in the Bentley, chopping up weight The first hater finna fall, but shit he dropping today And you might catch me in a 6-4, hitting switches with Trae
(feat. Rick D., Trae, Mike D., Boss Hogg, W.G., Lil' B) [talking] Hey what's happening, this Rick D baby You ain't think we was gon let you motherfuckers
in front of me the G.O.V. what's up Trae [Trae:] That's the way the game go, is what they steady yelling out But I'm about to cut they lights out, and
I'm from the H-G-C what's up to the insane keep ya glock cocked up and switch lanes [Verse 3: Trae] What ya now about Texas back in the day now I'm back
in a regal that's black, I got blood in the back about to pump the right side of that Lumina so let it crack cuz cuz what it? what it was? fuck the fuss
it's all about my checks If it wasn't for the music, you niggaz wouldn't give me dap Wouldn't give a fuck about how I'm doing, it's all about a rap Realizing
office Talkin bout my PO box they just sent me 3 million dollars (What the fuck that mean nigga?) All my hoes go to the beauty parlor Bought my ma a house today