I’m a as*h*le FAKE lyrics

[Rick D talking]
Hey what's crackin baby
It's the mothaf*ckin Rick D, the as*h*le spokesmen
We goin out and gettin it and bringin it back
We gon knock a mothaf*ckin trunk off baby
This a ghetto classic it's goin down
2005 forever, it's always baby watch this

[Verse 1 - Trae]
I come around the corner like Jordan in '87
Bending on 23 inches and holdin for all my felons
Me and lil'bro the heat of the West
I got these n*ggas off the chain cause I'm the truth of the West
With a black on black in the back of the pack the gun stay scoped
24 plus strapped cause these n*ggas know how it go
You see this year I got the music that'll go get these n*ggas fired and wired up
Whoopin n*ggas for days if they ain't chunkin that sign up
Have these n*ggas on Anthem bout to start 'em a riot up
Loading and bustin somethin that'll be f*ckin ya hide up
My drop be dyed up the same color as Hoovers
With a group or a couple of cars behind me we guerilla's packin rugers
I know these b*tches wanna stop us but I fly right past 'em
With the left drop, and the right c*ck jammin that SLAB The Anthem
n*gga waiting so I'm a grant 'em - it's Z-Ro and the fam
This year we as*h*les b*tch and we can click on the random
[Chorus - Trae]
I'm a as*h*le - I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le
b*tch I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le
I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le

[Verse 2 - Jay'Ton]
Who the f*ck is Joe Boy, Alley Cat? b*tch where ya mama at
You better fall back before she end up in all black
I'm never caught slippin, wood grain grippin
Still Hoover crippin finna leave ya whip flippin
I'm scootin up the block with my locs and twin gats
Some of my doggs brave and I promise they bring hats
It's Jay'Ton b*tch and I'm exposin all rats
Running with 12 pounds, hit the hood and I bounce back
Now show me where ya heart at cuz
Cause I'll put it in the drama where it start at cuz
n*ggas ain't even impressed so I'm checkin 'em off
Now pick that b*tch up off the ground and kiss the dust in her mouth cause
I'm a as*h*le...

[Verse 3]
I'm so gangsta flippin in my suicide chrome
It's Doug T from ABN packin on chrome
I done waitin my time I'm sittin back on the scene
Got everybody wonderin what all that red means
Stop hatin me b*tch not from Sunny side but I'll check a hoe
With a c*cked 4 - 4 in a four door
I ain't trippin cause what I got waitin in the back
Will graze the back of any n*gga that's a Silvaback
You wanna know why we lean so much
Cause gray screw tapes, and red cars, and that purple stuff
And I been known to send shots your way
We gon rep the south west and hold it down for gray
[Verse 4 - Boss]
Boss 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? f*ck the fuss
In the slugs send that n*gga in the dust cuz
I'm from the H mayne - killers hoppin gates mayne
Bossin on n*ggas got us where we standin today mayne
When my fingers split that thumb you better run
I got thirteen TTP's, PPL's for guns
n*ggas head huntin we takin souls from n*ggas set frontin
First time we said we wanted war while ya'll n*ggas ain't said nothin
HGC gon start buckin f*ckin with my cousin
I'm a click clack and cuttin n*gga crisis come I'm dumpin

[Chorus - Trae]
I'm a as*h*le - I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le
b*tch I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le
I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le
I'm a as*h*le - I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le
b*tch I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le
I'm a mothaf*ckin as*h*le

[Trae talking till end]