Gang Trae tha Truth (Ft. B-Dubb (Rapper), Frank Nitt, J2, Lil Boss, Rod C & Yung Quis)

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Who that looking like they want this?
Son of the king here and I’m pissed
In all black, something you can’t miss
I’m finna be like [?]
I’ll take you where ever you wanna go
If a nigga wanna trip,imma put him under the floor
Everything over the waist, ain’t nothing below
The clip [?] a couple,lil more
I’m feeling I can’t lose cause I got lil bitch,I can’t choose
Any nigga who want it with us,lace up ya shoes
I guarantee muhfuckas finna leave abuse
Tell em about this
Got my black gloves,Got My Black mask
[?] I want
Everybody better get up and get off of the field
Fore’ I go to Arizona and shoot up anothеr meal

[Verse 2: Lil Boss]
I ain’t never been thе one to talk shit, for real
Asshole nigga,to the damn kids
[?] running all in the back of the field
80 & ten on ya grill
Pants saggin’ and flags hanging
Same shit, I don’t damn change it
Whooping on niggas who false claiming
Ay y’all clapping,Glock bang
You paint the picture,I’ll spray ya block up
If you trippin, I’ll lift ya top up
Say you hustle,better get ya stock up
Honey buns,better get ya flock up
Diamonds on me, got haters hating than me falling off anyway
I’ma young gorilla,everything I’m taking
I’ma real nigga,y’all niggas faking