[Hook x2]

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 x2]


[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 x2]


[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 x2]