| I’m in the parking lot, with my AK
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| Fin to be retaliation, today
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| I got the hammer cocked back, and I’m finna spray
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| Murder me a nigga, if he ain’t claiming SK
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| Misery City’s finest, and I don’t give a fuck
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| About nothing, but smoking on that dro and getting bucks
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| I love nothing and slug something, if something is illing
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| I got something that’ll make something, act right and stop tripping
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| I’m a gangsta, but I ain’t flagging today
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| Cause some of my own niggas, been plotting to blow me away
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| So I’ma go outside, pop the trunk
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| And run up in they houses, with my one and I’ma dump
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| And make they whole family, hit the god damn flo'
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| And put the rest of they people, in black on front rows
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| You might not like the way, I refer to a homicide
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| But it was head busting, ten out of ten I gotta survive
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| I be rolling, with my motherfucking strap on the side of me Can’t fuck with the South, K-L-I-Q-U-E
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| M double A-B, S-L-A-B
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| The Don of Mo City, and Donny B It’s automatic we pistol gripping, you niggas ain’t getting from me I dump on a chump, and have me singing this for they homie
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| We S.L.A.B. |
| Slow Loud And Bangin, SK like everyday
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| This here for the block niggas, and my dogs that’s locked away
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| Donny, these niggas bout to see what I’m talking bout
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| Set tripping, and watch how fast, I clear out the parking lot
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| Twin towers, now watch how I devour these cowards
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| Have me ducking like Howard, now these niggas peeping my power
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| Don’t you try to be cool with me now, I done peeped your type
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| Get caught up in a hype, until a nigga ready to fight
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| But I got something for you, let me introduce you to Trae
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| If you ain’t ready, you gon see me on the block with a K ya punk bitch
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| SK representer, putting it all on the table |