(feat. Boss) ["What can I do" is repeated as a snippet to the beat throughout the song] [talking] Asshole By Nature I see you motherfuckers just determined
and give your momma dead flowers [Chorus] [Talking:] Yeah Joc I got this one for ya homie let me get at this bitch, Assholes By Nature [Verse 2: Trae
of money For the love of money [x2] I hustle all day Asshole By Nature [Verse: Trae (Chamilionaire)] What'cha know about Trae and Cham? (What they knowing about Cham and Trae
love war, from where the prostitutes and the drugs are Fuck with me or my kinfolk Trae, your face is where my slugs are I'm an asshole by nature, until
matress don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you I promise it's nothin for ya family to lose you I run with my Asshole By Nature niggaz Trae and Lil
I roll up bitch give me bomb-ass brain Probably be somebody baby momma, I ain't ask mayne Baby daddy got a problem we can hit the grass mayne An Asshole By Nature
anger, provoke a nigga to ride I'm wishing murder on every friend, that turned to be my foes I'm a asshole by nature forever, so fuck you hoes [Hook - 2x] [Trae
ditch for niggaz acting like a bitch I'm a asshole by nature plus I'm chasin paper late night tinted up with a glock that'll spray ya so move back a sec before you get wet by
But jealousy and envy, be watching me planning on stopping me Fuck that, I'm a Ridgemont 4 gangsta and I bust back Southsi' for li' Familia, until I'm on my back [Hook] [Trae
these niggas trick, S.L.A.B. the shit Just because playas get chose, you wan' grab your bitch I bet nine out of ten, we can have the bitch [Trae] I never
'll knock him out of his shit It take a Southside nigga, to have power like this And if you ain't pumping for your paper, you ain't talking bout shit [Trae
hateful bone, in his body And all he said was yes, he never said no to anybody I ain't never, had a friend like him I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish
tell me, bout these Broke hoaching ass niggaz, in these streets So many people, wanna see me fall And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck em all [Trae
Y'all done made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood with Trae Them Maab niggaz have arrived, Z-Ro, Boss and Jay [Hook x2] [Trae] You must
side of me Can't fuck with the South, K-L-I-Q-U-E M double A-B, S-L-A-B The Don of Mo City, and Donny B [Trae:] It's automatic we pistol gripping, you
If I wasn't worked up seven figgas, they wouldn't fuck around with this nigga They wouldn't be by my side, they wouldn't be screaming Trae They wouldn
I'm tal'n bout (they know), T-R-A-E (kin folk) No motherfucking game (none), keep a straight aim (guns) And hanging brains (yeah), S.U.C. for life [Trae