Gangsta Shit - Trae Tha Truth, Boss, Tae

Huh, they gotta feel us on this one right here mayn

H-Town to D-Town, bout to mash on these mark ass niggaz

Feel what I’m saying, gotta respect what’s given to you right now

Ain’t no games getting played, you know who this be nigga

Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin

Better yet relax, I got this

It’s time to bring it to they face, bitch I been a asshole for life

Motherfuckers hollin’out plex, but they don’t lace the Nike’s

Attitude never mistaken, so these bitches can get it Forty rounds in a clip is like church, I bet you get lifted

If you heard about A.B.N., you know these hands is sick

I got a bob and a weave game, to leave em stiff as a brick

Shepo, Jay’Ton, Dub, Boss and Rick

Plus the other hundred and twenty, who stay ready to click

Shot what these niggaz talking, like they ready for drama

I shut em up and have they folk signing, bout old as they mama

I got my homies Tri and Tae, packing K’s for Trae

Unless I tell em pop the trunk, so I can get it and spray

I represent it for the hood, but anybody can get it And if they heard about the Maab, I bet they don’t wanna get with it Slow Loud when I bang, so I rep for Screw

For all my dogs and the Bloods, and my cousin Blue

This to all my hustlers ballers, all the shot callers

Range up, and open place

And if you see a bitch nigga, thinking that he’s slick

Never hesitate, to put him in his place

See this is some gangsta shit

Trae and Tae hitting, with a gangsta click

S.L.A.B.

what it do, y’all respect this shit

Making moves on 45, get it how we live it it’s our time to shine hey

All bitch niggaz, better shake the spot

So many C’s in my handshaking, look like a zip-lock

I put a H in front of the C, call it Hoover Crip hopping

0−5, all the lil’homies call ruger grip glocks

I know it sounds crazy, when niggaz use to killing cops

They been harassing our homies, and they thrashing the block

But I got love for the homies, so I’m passing a chop

Pass the corner and double back, then I blast at the flock

Do em more dug than a shovel, filling bags up with cops

I’m in a six tre rag, and bitch it drag when it drop

13's and I drive em, soak up my rag it ain’t sock

I keep a 4−4 mag, and when I’m mad bitch it pop

I mean it crack, I keep a new flag in the Lac

Eight placks to the back, fresh set of them cats

Hat to the left back, big Crip in the pack

See me throwing up my set, steady Cripping the mat cuz

Been real off top, cause 200 Clan be the god damn block

Real what I am, and the shit won’t stop

Haters they plot, want it with me not

Make your body drop, one blow one shot

Tri in this bitch, and the clip’s what I claim

A.K.A.

Yellow Dame, hot as fire spitting flame

Recognize 'fore I came, no lie untamed

What these niggaz trying to bring, ain’t nothing ain’t a thang

Got killers in the clip, got killers in the grove

Got killers in the North, and the South slow your roll

'Fore you end up knocked off, wanna play me for soft

Bitch ass gon get lost, in a river pay the cost

What you wanna do Blood, chill out or get drug

Peel out or get plugged, pussy nigga what the fuck

Yeah I might be small, but I got a lot of clout

Representing out the South, hold your tongue watch your mouth

(*talking*)

If that ain’t, self explanatory right there

These marks gotta understand, it’s real in the field

Can’t put another fo’motherfuckers together, that’s gon shut shit down like this

Bitch ass nigga need to go back to they pen and pad, and rewrite they shit

We do shit like this, everyday all day mayn

Asshole By Nature, G-Maab Entertainment

You know I’m saying it go down, Southside’s finest

Ay you know I respect that D-Town, I gotta shout out Oak Cliff

All the rest of the hood, you know it’s Southwest over here homie for real