[Hook - 2x]

Still watching, keep peeping

Still watching me yeah, keep peeping


[Z-Ro]

They told me, if you feel me

Fuck a record label, and a negotiation they trying to deal me

They watching me to close, and trying to play me

Make a nigga Unibomb your block, everybody on me will be a Swayze

Patrick peep my hat trick, but I ain't an audition

Even though I've been known, to make people and guns come up missing

Witness, my disappearing act

Cause motherfuckers be tripping and sweating me, like I'm still selling crack

Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D

All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G

I sit and watch, as my home boys show me they fake love

I'm your partna, why I come second to bitches and drugs

So fuck balling with y'all, I ride out

When I'm rich, I still flip in the truck and slide out

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 - 2x]


[Trae]

You must of made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood with Ro

Them Maab niggaz have arrived, out the trunk with a fo'-fo'

Pissed off and agg'd, running round with a attitude

Repping the Dirty South, now where the fuck is your gratitude

Selfish son of a bitch, we deserve the throne

I can show you how to stunt, when I'm tipping the chrome

You don't wanna see me with that Mack, in front of your home

On the block in a drop, the same color as stone

Out of your league, and lately I've been out of my mind

I needed green as a team, so I got on the grind

S.U.C., and nigga I've been repping it raw

You rep it the wrong, and nigga I'll be breaking your jaw

I ain't fucking with you niggaz, who be fucking with laws

The same thang different day, y'all can kiss my balls


[Hook - 2x]


[Jay'Ton]

Next nigga hating S.L.A.B., getting whooped and tossed

Perpetrating like a G, when you knowing you soft

It's Jay'Ton I ain't playing, when I'm spitting my name

Double 12 gauge slugs, that'll fuck up your frame

You got me wrong, in this song got me speaking the truth

Hit the block with the glock, I'll show you my proof

They should of never mixed my blood, with the Ro and Trae

It's SK all day, Boss what you say


[Lil Boss Hogg]

Cop a sack cock the Lac, cut the corner

Cuff Khakis creased, please call a corner

Cut quarters and quarters, and kept it banging

Blue both fat laces, bandanas hanging

Bodies on extra tight, for the test a fight

Bring light, to a nigga tonight

Wife beater with a big heel, repping the set

Breaking they necks, cashing they checks and fucking with Vets


[Hook - 2x]