Imma Get Dine - Trae Tha Truth

Yeah, 48 hours later

Play it, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah we still go out to dawn

I’mma get dine

Do it for my G’s

Hundred two degrees, fresh from overseas

Alicia with the keys,

watch me play the colla

Wrap it new aroma

Haters still a goal-a

Like make a hater catch a doctor

Cats sell it like the opera

Slam leave 'em like a boxer

Better know I got this toppa

All gas no one lit it

Backstreet’s where I’m headed

all kings street with credit

King troop, yeah I said it

Crown meat like I’m tip

Talking reckless get ya' flipped

It’s all healed if I trip

boxed you up, and get you shipped

This H=town verses whoever

low seat can’t get better

flu season, check the weather

I’mma get dine

I’mma move G’s

Running through the trees, do you see me?

Sitting side-ways,

slay up in the days

Banging me some Maze

so wing shooting trees

I was catching plays

for a new edition

Hit the black and held the top

dissappeared like a magician

Like work the wheel like I’m pimp

I’m in the cuddles thinking it’s shrimp

Old school gorilla, new tip

same time he walk with that limp

This ace time to come through

they red, black or they blue?

Sack gunners with me get real

have your body aching like flu

these four way tease gonna be some

I ain’t worry 'bout a jacker, i’mma keep some

Don’t watch me, better watch your old lady

Have her give it to me like I need some

She throw a ball like cleo’s

Hitting them all blank with no diesel

When I go to work they get laid off

Can’t get with me 'cause they’re way off

I’mma get dine

Do it for my G’s

running through the trees, do you see me?