[Hook - 2x]
Keep watching me, and
You fellas, gon see man
You don`t wanna fuck around, with these G`s
Fried out, sipping drank blowing trees
[Z-Ro]
I`ma hide behind that tint
These motherfuckers, wonder where he went
But I remain to sting, and have finer thangs
Still harder, than the cement
You be walking on, running out of time
Like the cell phone, you be talking on
I`ma make you place, that`ll be the taste
On the concrete, they be chalking on
Nigga I be watching y`all, watching me
When I pulls up, on the scene
Niggaz be looking like, they wanna pick a fight
Cause my neck and wrist, bling bling
You can hate me from over there long, as you don`t invade my space
If you invade my space, my fist gon invade your face
Nigga don`t get me wrong, I`m not a fly cat though
Take a bone, and run over to Ridgevan
And whip ass on a nigga`s ass, when the dust clears
I`ma be, the only nigga left standing
I be busting out the big blocks, sixty
Raising niggaz, up off of me
Then it`s back to the bus, sipping Robatuss`
Give me the K this corner, with PCP
Better watch your head, screens gon fall
S.U.C., we born to ball
You can put your money, back in your pocket
Everything`s on us, when we hit the mall
And to these hoes, I won`t be no trick
Gold digging bitches, make me sick
And ain`t nobody around me, paying for the creases
Split, and I speak for the whole click
[Hook - 2x]
[Trae]
Stay on my P`s and Q`s, cause people hate
They wanna knock me, while I`m on my blades
I ride a Benz, when I stack my ends
Me and Dougie D, lost in the wind
We peep the game, through `Sacci shades
Stay playa made, with a bald fade
I`m tatted up, and got bezyltines
You better bet, all my diamonds gleam
I don`t wanna brag or boast, or hot cap
But I still got a 4-4, in my lap
Don`t get close, or the beam`ll shine
It`s a automatic piece, that they can`t find
If something gon fall, it gotta be the screens
See the bubble lights, and that European
When I`m in my ride, I bogaurd the block
Pop up the top, and the broads gon jock
Fin to get Lil` B, up off the grapevine
On my way to the West, getting on my grind
Can`t let none of these cats, take what`s mine
They M.I.A., cause I`m laying it down
And it`s M.O.B., till the day I die
That there be real, nigga that`s no lie
It`s gon take y`all, one whole team
And until then, I know y`all wanna try to
[Dougie D]
Watch a G, but can`t stop a G
How many of y`all, gon knock a G
Peep me, rolling in a candy
Ain`t no doubt about it, baby
We be wrecking shop, and showing skills
Turning hoe heads, with a wood wheel
Piece and chain, with shining gold grill
Man y`all know, the South is so real
Down for the green, to make the world see
It`s all about, my family and me
I ride for y`all, and y`all ride for me
Guerilla Maab, what I`m fucking
When I leave the streets
Boys talk down, and steady gon hate
I`m still gon remain, to floss and scrape plates
Trying to take mine, is a mistake
When I might fuck around, with your fate
You don`t know, bitch you ain`t heard
We be G`s, that slang and serve
Smoked out, and we sipping on syrup
Fuck the streets, we fin to hop on curbs
Break boys off, and let them boys know
I be natural, with this flow
When I come through, and knocking down do`s
Like Fat Pat, sitting in the side poles
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
Ultimate powers, beyond belief
While chiefing a sweeter leaf
Always strapped, in a white tank top
And I keep my britches, without a crease
But I gotta keep, my progress on the low
Everybody wanna talk down, on Z-Ro
Got a verb and attack, that`ll break they back
And can`t nobody talk down, on the flo`
Too many of these fellas, thinking they bulletproof
That`s why, they misbehaving
Run your bad ass, up in Ridgemont
And you`ll be dead, before you reach Vetaken
See I`m a killa for real, no fake AK`s
Automatic guns, grenades and AK`s
In the midst of confusion, hollin` out Houston
We have a problem, better say may-day
But I really be coming, to get these boys
I`m really, fin to wet these boys
The voice in my head, say don`t go FED
Better charge that there, and don`t sweat them boys
Don`t let them boys, get up under your skin
Why you in the game, if you ain`t trying to win
I gotta put up the Shwin, and hop in a Benz
In a cool sticking in it, with new rich friends
But I don`t change, I`m still the same
Still throwed in the game, with a lil bit of fame
Running up on me, that`s your life
Why you wanna leave, your kids and wife
Why they wanna see me, off my game
Didn`t wanna come around, till I had a name
But now you, really don`t want none of these G`s
Keep watching me, if you can see overseas
[Hook - 2x]
