作词 : Trae
Yeah, real talk for my mother****ers on the block
I been wrecking for a second, but
I promised that
I wouldn't stop
I been in it with my mother****ers, for a long time
But they gotta give it to me, cause they know
I wouldn't drop
Same mother****er, with the flow
Same mother****er that'll spin a mother****er's ass up, throw his ass in the trunk
I'm a representative, for the
Assholes Try to run up on me,
I'll teach a mother****er how to stunt
Southwest, you better get your hands up '
Fore I send a wave of mother****ers, that'll hit your man's up
While you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up
Then the mother****er, hit the fan
Then I mother****er, your fans up
These mother****ers, really got a mother****er ****ed up
Hating mother****ers
I'll show you what the beef is
Show you mother****ers how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth
And I can show you mother****ers, what the sleep is
Better give it up, when you hear the name
Trae When
I hit the block in black, your ass better pray
Tell the five in the hood,
I don't play
And I got more mother****ers, in the slugs
In the tip, of a
K And I run with the
C's, and the
B's on the block
And the G's, and few
B.D.'s on the block
And I kept it real, so
I got the keys to the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'll put it on the pack, and
I'll ride for it first
Mother****er jump, gonna be the first mother****er that'll slide for it
They don't wanna see me in a zone, when
I try for it
Any real mother****er, stand up and get an eye for it
Cause I'm oh so real, though homie
And I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it was
H-Town, till the death
Intuition of a mother****er named
Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs  [Trae:
Somebody better give me the crown, these mother****ers out of line
And I see,
I gotta put 'em in they place
Everyday it be the same old mother****er
I gotta click on a mother****er
I don't really, wanna pay another case
Whey they mother****ers wanna try a mother****er, like a mother****er soft than a mother****er
I'll lean on a mother****er, like
Boss on a switch
Better chill, 'fore
I get to going off on a mother****er
Lace the Nike's, and break a mother****er jaw in this mother****er
Everybody, wanna know about the
South But
I promise, you mother****ers'll wanna take another route
A.B.N., fin to hit a mother****er's ass in the drought
In the town right now, (no doubt)
If you got a problem with
Trae, let's get it on
Iggy on lock, so
I'm back in a zone still packing the chrome
I was late for the hood, so
I'm bad to the bone
Since I roll on the block, it's half of the bone
Mother****er just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone (I'm pissed), but
I'm still moving along
Yeah Jay'Ton, still grooving along
So the mother****ers in the blue, got love for the
Home For the
H, and the
West state
I'll put it on a mother****er, in the worst way That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae Mother****ers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay This right here, for my mother****er named Nick In a hospital bed, half gone I'll run up on a mother****er mother****er, who that out that shout out Feel I gotta hit his ass, with the chrome Nothing less, R-E- S-T- L-E double S Stress, got a mother****er on amp So I gott mob for life, like 24/7 And I promise, I'm about to be the champ