[Chorus - Trae]
Get greeted with heat - better beat ya feet
These teflon bullets might make you weak
K shots might whoop a nigga across the street
So it's SK bitch till I rest in peace
[Verse 1 - Boss]
I make niggas hop out they slacks and hop in some khaks
Lil'Boss Hogg bitch you know I'm ridin with Lacs
Not that time that spitt game, that time that spitt flame
Spitt flames in niggas brains make 'em switch lanes
Bang - bang ya hood, bang for change
Broke gangsta's better just stay up outta my range
Niggas get strange when money ain't long
I see all of these hoe niggas singin the same song
I floss flippin that gray and black Lac chrome
Jay ridin Impala and Ro done just came home
I got niggas on the C - block, homies on the B - block
My niggas from the tree tops - whoop niggas to the street top
[Verse 2 - Jay'Ton]
I stay heated in case a bitch nigga wanna get greeted
By the South Klique with AK's creepin my city
Ain't no need for no conversation why you tuckin yo tail
I had a feelin you a mark bitch you tell me that frail
Street sweeper - K's and Glocks to heat ya block
I promise I really am gangsta you niggas are not
Self explanatory so niggas know what it is
A quick shot to the dome might show you the biz
A marcharian with [?] might come to ya kids
For you snitchin my niggas locked up doin biz
A right jam might lead to me gettin you slid
Dump ya body in a bucket slidin off on my rims
Get greeted with heat - better beat ya feet
These teflon bullets might make you weak
K shots might whoop a nigga across the street
So it's SK bitch till I rest in peace
[Verse 1 - Boss]
I make niggas hop out they slacks and hop in some khaks
Lil'Boss Hogg bitch you know I'm ridin with Lacs
Not that time that spitt game, that time that spitt flame
Spitt flames in niggas brains make 'em switch lanes
Bang - bang ya hood, bang for change
Broke gangsta's better just stay up outta my range
Niggas get strange when money ain't long
I see all of these hoe niggas singin the same song
I floss flippin that gray and black Lac chrome
Jay ridin Impala and Ro done just came home
I got niggas on the C - block, homies on the B - block
My niggas from the tree tops - whoop niggas to the street top
[Verse 2 - Jay'Ton]
I stay heated in case a bitch nigga wanna get greeted
By the South Klique with AK's creepin my city
Ain't no need for no conversation why you tuckin yo tail
I had a feelin you a mark bitch you tell me that frail
Street sweeper - K's and Glocks to heat ya block
I promise I really am gangsta you niggas are not
Self explanatory so niggas know what it is
A quick shot to the dome might show you the biz
A marcharian with [?] might come to ya kids
For you snitchin my niggas locked up doin biz
A right jam might lead to me gettin you slid
Dump ya body in a bucket slidin off on my rims
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