Exotic Trayce Lyrics

All my old hoes they like Trayce you done changed

Whole lotta flights drop shit new things

Blowing big crop swisher full of Loug Kang

Bitch I'm taking off I aint talking boonk gang

We the under dogs we been chewing at the gate

Digging through the mud we just trying to get a plate

Came up with a play then I made myself then I made myself a great

Kobe with the pen now im rocking number 8

Bitch I'm big time Mannie Fresh in gator boots

How you gon complain and you aint tried to make a move?

All my old hoes say I'm jaded acting rude

I tell em when I see em they just gotta pay their dues

Came up 10 fold co-signs no sir

Got me fucked up I did my own fucking work

Kept it coming in like the 15th and the 1st

Now Im selling out and saucing out in different furs

I'm Exotic Trayce hello, hi how you been?

Push exotic whips put canary on the benz

Went and told my momma I'd be famous with my friends

Now I'm exotic Trayce and I pull numbers cuz I'm him

And when the sun goes down

Heroes eventually die, horoscopes often lie

Get caught up in the cycle trying to find myself a rise

And I see pictures kinda different fishes swimming in the skies

Exotic Visions living a life of shucking, jiving hitting licks

But if you peep me in a year its Yamaguchi on my fist

Exotic Trayce, almost had to cop a bandage for my wrist

Plus the Chevy Tropicana I did fancier than this

If you knew that you wouldn't do that bro bro thats a clique bitch

Do a feature make appearance you know thats a quick flip

All these colors ride Porsche like she wanna ride dick

Trayce live behind his bars like he came here from the pen

I do numbers I aint sposta do and shoutout to my friends

I need roley's for my partners cuz they got me till the end

I'm just blowing on exotic pack and keep it coming in

Know I'm failing as an artist if I end up here again yeah

She on new drugs new city new her

She on instagram yellow diamonds with the fur

She exotic suzie she on cocaina birds

See I'm ice mouth now its diamonds on my words

I'm so fucking geechi now you gotta pay me checks

Before we hit the venue bet we pull up and collect

One day so exotic I just knew I had next

And now I'm courtside I can see these niggas sweat

And when the sun goes down

Heroes eventually die, horoscopes often lie

Get caught up in the cycle trying to find myself a rise

And I see pictures kinda different fishes swimming in the skies

Exotic Visions living a life of shucking, jiving hitting licks

But if you peep me in a year its Yamaguchi on my fist

Exotic Trayce, almost had to cop a bandage for my wrist

Plus the Chevy Tropicana I did fancier than this