Grey Cassette

[Sample "Pimp Tha Pen" x3: Lil Keke]
Pop In Your Grey Cassette
Turn Up Your Fucking Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop-Pop In Your Grey Cassette
Turn Up Your Fucking Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck

[Trae:]
Pop in your Grey Cassette
Turn up your fucking deck
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth is on the way to win
Now what'cha know about that if you don't know much I guarentee you finna know about the?
So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' slut, head down with a swag that'll fuck up the whole world
I'm back again, fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones)
Too many wanna be gangsta, fucking my mood up
I probably wanna clique that's red black and blued up
If it's going down, I bet'cha get screwed up
Ya to dead to the King Of The Streets lil homie slow it down, I ain't really try'na move fast
My old school got me looking like a OG, everybody looking at me like they never seen glass
I'm the leader of the A.B.N. representers
And a gutta when these rapping niggas never inna
Ya better get up out the game if you a beginner
Somebody finna get robbed if I ain't a winner
First bitch caught slipping a running a binner
I wanna win it like I'm here finna get back
Trunk up by the fist will sit back
Leaving through the hood like I'm going off a six pack
Real talk I am the H
And tell them niggas I'm a fan of hatred
Probably hate mo ways you see a bitch with a classic shape
Trunk beating like it masturbate
I got a couple niggas mad, tell them I ain't finna pass the plate
I finna know that they ass is fake
So tell them going give it up, I ain't finna pass the mic for shit
And I ain't leaving till this bastard pray

[sample x2: Lil Keke]

[Bun B:]
It's Bun B the Trill G
Downsouth we still be banging Robert Davis on the regular
Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in (pop it in)
My top I dropping in (dropping in)
I'm a sit sideways, then ride my blazers chop it in
I pull up in yo hood, I roll up on your set
You know my dows is butterfly, my candy paint is wet
My leather seats are stitch and tuck and this for my lady
She sitting chromy on the grill so everything is gravy
P.A.T. I'm repping it, Air Jordans I'm stepping for warfare
I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon
I'm ready for regulating, steady you boys been hating
It's our time to shine, we on the grind and we been waiting
To do this for the pimp and the rest of the fallen
Soliders we goin hold you down wheter we balling
Or we poor pimping it's never no sipping
And if you repping southside then it will be no tripping
When ya

[talking over sample x2: Lil Keke]
Pop it in, nigga
It's the legend
Don Ke
In ya Grey Cassette
Representing southside
Hustle U.S.A., 713

[Lil Keke:]
Pop in ya Grey Cassette
S.U.C., known to wreck
Underground street legend never seen a?
Four-fifteens, liquid screens, banging out my music deck
Tilt the grain, change the lane, homie I ain't finished yet
Houston, Texas pouring on, shining like the morning sun
Fuck these niggas talking bout, it's Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don
Automatic rise nothing semi all fully
I get'cha good and keep it hood just ride and listen to me
Representing southside
Tell em keep they mouth wide
Leather it's cassette grey
Navy on the outside
Losers out here never win
Tell me who they better than
Sliding up the slab got a screw tape, nigga pop it in
Money coming through this way
Hustle Town U.S.A.
South Park, Sunnyside, Southwest all day
Do it all that last year
Fuck another bad year
My whole swag full grown
Lend me ya strong ear

[sample x2: Lil Keke]