Intro We Back 2 - Trae Tha Truth, Boss

These motherfuckers, act like we was gone somewhere

Bitch we still in the game, and we still running shit

It’s bout time I set it off round this motherfucker, Boss

I tell a motherfucker, check out the grill

Check out the steel, check out the fifth wheel

Scope out the belts and bumpers, on back of the black Lac

I got a black Mac, in a backpack

Lil' nigga, known to bang to the tip-top

Zip a nigga, in a six foot Ziplock

Make a talking ass nigga, get a lip lock

I’ve been rapping for the cash, fuck hip-hop

Bitch niggas, don’t get far

Boss bout to make a nigga, get a big scar

Are you ready, for the big war

Got big G’s, hopping out of big blue cars

Big blue stars on our feet, nigga don’t slip with the heat

Niggas go to sleep, with the heat

With a toe tag, on his feet

When we creep, ain’t a damn thang sweet

Better watch out, 'fore you open your mouth up

Cause niggas out the H, might beat your block up

Dropped on the block, with the top done popped up

Fell back the trunk, and unlock the knocked up

Look at the grill on my car, look at the grill in my mouth

Look at the grill, on top of the big truck

Cuts in my mouth, it’s invisible stuff

Get back bitch, 'fore a nigga get rough

I got a 4−5, and I bet I don’t bluff

I got a bad bitch, but a nigga don’t cuff

Seem real high, but a nigga don’t puff (a nigga don’t puff)

Not on the weed, but I’m riding hydro

Might get killed, for everything that I know

But I got way mo' tips, than hollow

To make a nigga don’t want drama, no mo'

Don’t get blessed, run in your mouth

A click of guerillas, might run in your house

On top of that, we might run in your spouse

The same way, that a nigga run through the South

We G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Running from the laws, from around my way

Ain’t no way, to get around my K

Deep down South, is what I rep everyday

(*talking*)

This is just the beginning of this shit

Assholes By Nature nigga, Slow Loud And Bangin'

Motherfuckers running round here, really smelling theyself

I outta put you hoes back in place, back and touch your toe self

So you know the real, and you know what’s not

Nigga S.L.A.B.

been in this shit, we been in these streets

We running this shit nigga, simple and plain

Screwed Up Click, Assholes By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'

Ain’t shit changed round here baby, we gon keep it gutter a hundred percent

We been on this pain shit for real, peep game recognize

Look at the grill, bitch ass motherfuckers