| Song | Throw Aways |
| Artist | Trae Tha Truth |
| Album | Life Goes On |
| 作曲 : Jones, Mathis, Robinson ... | |
| Serve them birds, tote | |
| K's - Chevrolets on top of blades | |
| All of us got throwaways, bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, bus - bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, all of us got throwaways [Verse 1: Yung Joc] | |
| Heard a lot of niggas got a lot to say | |
| Save ya breath or state ya case | |
| Speak yo mind and be on your way | |
| Cause I ain't got time for the games you play | |
| Every nigga in my squad gotta strap | |
| Grind heard to put the block on the map | |
| Ya CD ain't sellin, and the people ain't yellin | |
| I'm telling you | |
| I'm goin back hard in the trap | |
| Hustlenomics all | |
| I know, flip that money stack that dough | |
| Think it's funny slap that hoe - take his money tax that hoe | |
| Yeah I said | |
| I'll say it again when | |
| I play, I play it to win | |
| Choppa, chop off all ya limbs - | |
| Doc it ain't no savin him [Chorus:] | |
| Serve them birds, tote | |
| K's - Chevrolets on top of blades | |
| All of us got throwaways, bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, bus - bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, all of us got throwaways [Verse 2: Trae] | |
| Niggas mad but | |
| I'm here for the crown | |
| All mark ass niggas better lay the fuck down | |
| Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets | |
| You don't wanna go there nigga sit the fuck down | |
| Boys get low every time | |
| I get round | |
| If I take it to the hood you'll never get found | |
| When I come out with the | |
| K, everybody better pray | |
| When I bust you can hear it from the other side of town | |
| Get a few of these, runnin at you like fans | |
| All fly ass niggas get dropped to the land | |
| Then I gotta few goons on stand for a grand | |
| I'm a asshole sittin with a nice set of hands | |
| G for real | |
| I put the | |
| H on that | |
| Talk shit bitch | |
| I'm a get a case on that | |
| Fuck rap I done put 'em in they place on that | |
| I'm the certified truth goin off on the track [Chorus:] | |
| Serve them birds, tote | |
| K's - Chevrolets on top of blades | |
| All of us got throwaways, bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, bus - bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, all of us got throwaways [Gorilla Zoe:] | |
| Fuck with a nigga like me get ya whole head bust | |
| Cock back and bust, | |
| I stay strapped cause | |
| I love that rush | |
| Hollow points flip and they bust yo guts(nigga) | |
| Head on the pillow, you in a coffin | |
| Momma she cryin, yo kids they orphans | |
| Ain't no shells cause nigga we fought 'em | |
| I'm that problem you can't solve 'em | |
| Cook 'em, chop 'em, serve 'em, shop 'em | |
| We go broke my nigga we robbin | |
| Eat what we can, while ya'll play possum | |
| Shop with ya boy my products awesome | |
| We stay strapped one five carbon | |
| Eighteen flat and it ain't no bargain | |
| Got that work so | |
| I up my margain | |
| It's a drought so yeah | |
| I charge 'em [Chorus: till End] |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, Mathis, Robinson ... | |
| Serve them birds, tote | |
| K' s Chevrolets on top of blades | |
| All of us got throwaways, bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, bus bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, all of us got throwaways Verse 1: Yung Joc | |
| Heard a lot of niggas got a lot to say | |
| Save ya breath or state ya case | |
| Speak yo mind and be on your way | |
| Cause I ain' t got time for the games you play | |
| Every nigga in my squad gotta strap | |
| Grind heard to put the block on the map | |
| Ya CD ain' t sellin, and the people ain' t yellin | |
| I' m telling you | |
| I' m goin back hard in the trap | |
| Hustlenomics all | |
| I know, flip that money stack that dough | |
| Think it' s funny slap that hoe take his money tax that hoe | |
| Yeah I said | |
| I' ll say it again when | |
| I play, I play it to win | |
| Choppa, chop off all ya limbs | |
| Doc it ain' t no savin him Chorus: | |
| Serve them birds, tote | |
| K' s Chevrolets on top of blades | |
| All of us got throwaways, bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, bus bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, all of us got throwaways Verse 2: Trae | |
| Niggas mad but | |
| I' m here for the crown | |
| All mark ass niggas better lay the fuck down | |
| Homie I' m the king when it come to these streets | |
| You don' t wanna go there nigga sit the fuck down | |
| Boys get low every time | |
| I get round | |
| If I take it to the hood you' ll never get found | |
| When I come out with the | |
| K, everybody better pray | |
| When I bust you can hear it from the other side of town | |
| Get a few of these, runnin at you like fans | |
| All fly ass niggas get dropped to the land | |
| Then I gotta few goons on stand for a grand | |
| I' m a asshole sittin with a nice set of hands | |
| G for real | |
| I put the | |
| H on that | |
| Talk shit bitch | |
| I' m a get a case on that | |
| Fuck rap I done put ' em in they place on that | |
| I' m the certified truth goin off on the track Chorus: | |
| Serve them birds, tote | |
| K' s Chevrolets on top of blades | |
| All of us got throwaways, bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, bus bustin out the | |
| Escalade Bustin out the | |
| Escalade, all of us got throwaways Gorilla Zoe: | |
| Fuck with a nigga like me get ya whole head bust | |
| Cock back and bust, | |
| I stay strapped cause | |
| I love that rush | |
| Hollow points flip and they bust yo guts nigga | |
| Head on the pillow, you in a coffin | |
| Momma she cryin, yo kids they orphans | |
| Ain' t no shells cause nigga we fought ' em | |
| I' m that problem you can' t solve ' em | |
| Cook ' em, chop ' em, serve ' em, shop ' em | |
| We go broke my nigga we robbin | |
| Eat what we can, while ya' ll play possum | |
| Shop with ya boy my products awesome | |
| We stay strapped one five carbon | |
| Eighteen flat and it ain' t no bargain | |
| Got that work so | |
| I up my margain | |
| It' s a drought so yeah | |
| I charge ' em Chorus: till End |