(feat. Yung Redd, Lil Boss Hogg, J-Doe)


(*talking*)

SK, Sha, bout time you let these niggas know

What you really bout, know I'm saying

It's Slow Loud And Bangin', all these mark ass niggas

We bringing the real back, street shit

Gangsta shit, fin to put you hoes in your place


[Lil Boss Hogg]

A pair of fresh pressed Khakis, and Chucks will do me fine

I provide promethazyne, so please pour out that whine

But don't waste it on my new shoestrings, bitch I bang

My bold laces, match the same color of my flag that hangs (damn)

I stay G to the T, E to the B

H to the C, the streets raised me properly

Block monopoly, always some shit in the block

Cali building got naughty, knocked off Big Glock

Had to call up Reese's, got guns to dock

He done called his connect, and picked up a new stock

These broke ass niggas, ain't nothing but peasants

Wrap a nigga ass up, like Christmas presents

These niggas ain't G's, these niggas is wussies

Get your lips off my dick, and go eat you some pussy

I ain't worried bout a bitch, she can kiss my ass

The only time I come to fuck, is when I can't get cash

Keep your mind off mines, and build up your stash

All blunts rolled up, endo in hash

Out of a bitch ass nigga, I'll make a believer 

Have these niggas catching bullets, like wide receivers

Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch

You can ask these niggas trick, S.L.A.B. the shit

Just because playas get chose, you wan' grab your bitch

I bet nine out of ten, we can have the bitch


[Trae]

I never been a thug, till I graduated to one

And never shot a slug, till I got my hands on a gun

These niggas be fraud and fake, and ain't never been worthy

Got me feeling like Jordan, dumping 23 in they jersey

I'm sick and I'm slick, I run with gang bangers and jackers

Frame plackers and bad actors, being watched by them crackers

I'm running through plex with plex, like I'm Randy Moss

You run in my house, your head I'm fin to be knocking it off

And fucking your spouse, with nuts running all in her mouth

That bitch'll get tossed, like a drop top slab in the South

God damn cause here I go again, cooking and flipping dope again

Ten bricks in the do' again, ready to hit the road again

Trae done just wrecked the flow again, lyrically I'm a ass

I'm sick of these roaching niggas, trying to get inside of my stash

Bitch it ain't gon happen, fuck rapping cause I'ma get you


And have your mama in church, word for word reading scriptures


[Yung Redd]

Don't let me grab the chrome, and break up a happy home

Long as I'm getting my hustle on, ain't nothing wrong

Now all my music, ain't just good wordplay

Listen real close, niggas feel ery'thing I say

Play it smart, you can get your days dark

Them K's spark and break you apart, nigga so don't start

You don't wanna end your life, on a bad note

Get lost in gun smoke, niggas better take notes

From neopacknol, you ain't getting nothing back

Plus the new Cadillac, 22's under that 

7-1-3, niggas better move out

Walk a straight line, Yung Redd keep his tool out 


(*talking*)

Yeah, it's not a game know I'm saying

The world is crooked, my niggas is straight


[J-Doe]

My nigga, it's time to make this shit known

S Dub, V is finally in the Screw zone

It took a minute, but you know we had to find home

Too many funny niggas, acting like they wasn't wrong

Jump fly with a vulture, get your brains blown

You Donny Brasco, me my nigga I'm Al Kapone

We take private flights, you niggas never leave home

Fifteen hundred, plus I gotta get some thoed dome

I fuck's, with the S.U.Cizzy

Moving these tapes, with the B.U.Dizzy

Vulture piece spin, until I O-Dizzy

A thoed mouthpiece, make pimping so easy

Bat a hoe up, like my nigga named Geezy

Repping the Dub, with S.L.A.Beezie


[Z-Ro]

Joseph rain, I'm here to put black eyes in the game

Wouldn't give a fuck about rapping, I'm a gangsta you know my name

Some people call me the crooked, some people call me the Don

Some people call me heartless, cause if it's beef I'll smoke your mom's

And your papa and your uncle Eddy, nigga this war for real

I suggest you go get your people ready, cause I'ma slide by and fuck a driveby

I'ma throw my shit in park, and straight up hopping out

Sound like applause in the streets, all these Uzi shells dropping out

Fuck with Mr. McVey, and diiiie

Repping it like Southsive for live, fo' liiife

I pistol grip, with motherfuckers at all times

Navy blue up in the Regal, leaning to the left side

2-wheeling down South McGregor, bending corners in the Tre

No license or insurance, but I ain't legal anyway

Gon jump on the bun, cause my warrant got a color

One love to Yukmouth, in uniting the ghettos we all gutter