Like Mine lyrics

[Chorus: Trae the Truth]
Yo' trap don’t boom like mine
Yo' paper ain't longer than mine
Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man
Yo’ b*tch ain't finer than mine
Yo' rims ain' taller than mine
Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

[Verse 1: ???]
I got diamonds on my neck, and I ain't even gotta flex
Everybody know we got stacks on deck
Hood rich, another n*gga from the projects
With more hoes than a [?] got Tecs
Aw man, imma' fool on 24's, on the trunk, I got ham on them skinny hoes
You talking pounds? That ain't sh*t, we got plenty those
And if you talking white, boy, we got plenty [?]
Dreads hanging out the hat, smoking purple dro’
Big bank in the building, imma’ let em' know
n*ggas hating, we get money either way it go
My cliеntele, feed well, еven when it’s low

[Chorus: Trae the Truth]
Yo' trap don't boom like mine
Yo' paper ain’t longer than mine
Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man
Yo' b*tch ain't finer than mine
Yo' rims ain' taller than mine
Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Imma' lean with it, serving fiends with it, on the block since the age of 13 with it
In the kitchen, water whipping, a thousand eight grams, I'm standing over the stove and I'm doing it with one hand
Aw man, 2 man, [?], 207 gram, got yam, I'm [?], I'm selling that grown man
Aw man, I'm on that kush tonight, and I ain't stopping, choppa hit you and your body stop rocking
My chain got Pneumonia, watch got the bird flu, came to the club smelling like a pound of purple
Big Cat Records, n*gga it's a movement, this ain't hip-hop this is drug dealing music

[Chorus: Trae the Truth]
Yo' trap don't boom like mine
Yo' paper ain't longer than mine
Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man
Yo' b*tch ain't finer than mine
Yo' rims ain' taller than mine
Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

[Verse 3: Trae the Truth]
I'm in a drop-top Chevy, same colour as the Reese's car
Chocolate outside, can't forget the peanut butter guts
And call me Coca-Cola, cause I keep the yoda man
I got a hundred pounds stashed in the trashcan
My wrist rock though, same say its frostbit
I'm young money, so the young dude hood rich
I get money partner, I make [?]
I hit the club, let em' know what it stands for
I'm in the '06, that's a Benz b*tch
I clean myself constantly, cause I'm the sh*t
I got a old school, might remind you of a [?]
The chain [?], might remind you of some Skittles
[Chorus: Trae the Truth]
Yo' trap don't boom like mine
Yo' paper ain't longer than mine
Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man
Yo' b*tch ain't finer than mine
Yo' rims ain' taller than mine
Aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man