S.L.A.B. - Who Next to Plex lyrics

[Trae] It's game time, everybody better go play they position Because the captain of the team, about to make his decision For those who never heard of Trae, I bet you will in a second I'm bout to take over the game, with a black mask and a Smith-N-Wesson Raw dog, 24's be tipping and cutting The top lost, raise up the trunk and proceed with the strutting I'm lyrically busting, like 4-4's dumping on chumps And when it be best to move around, 'fore I click on you punks I'm like a running back, rushing with a hell of a slab So many woofers in the trunk, it's like a hell of a jab I'm running the game, you other cats ain't running a thang Unless you running from a G, that just got off of the chain [Hook - 2x] Who next to plex, I told ya I be ready for war 17 in the clip, when I hop out the car I'm busting for mine they hating, so I'm guarding the lane I bet these motherf**ers, know my name (it ain't changed) [Jay'Ton] It's like man, I promise you n***as don't understand How I suicided do's, on the drop and painted it tan Back in the days, I use to be wishing that I was paid Now them 32 karats of diamonds, giving 'em rays So gangsta, give me fifty feet mayn 'Fore you see me letting 17, out the heat mayn It's like that, 22 inches be sitting flat On the Lac, you think I only make money from rap Hell naw, I'm known to bleed blocks for change Plus I'm known to get fly, when I'm whipping the wood grain It's Jay'Ton, the young one serving n***as heat One hell of a hitter-quitter, that'll put you to sleep [Boss] Boss on a mission, making boys take out they laces Put n***as necks in braces, and dodging the cases Bandanas on the wrong side, make n***as wanna hide Since they locked my n***a Ro up, I been ready to ride Right hooks to the face, will get you ready to slide Drop the frame of the Lac, and then I'm ready to glide Six shots from the K, will make you flip your whip I'm bout my chips as I dip, on a solo tip It's still Slow Loud And Bangin', on a b**h n***a'z a** A buck-six on the dash, showing a** on gla** Hit n***as up, making n***as tuck they nuts Hit a couple of hard heads, that go hard on cuts [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Who next to plex, I told ya I'm ready for the drama Slow Loud And Bangin' is the sh**, and I put that on my mama I'm in a '67 Cheve, on the dub of the South And about to spit the realest sh**, that ever came out my mouth Me and Q, the heavyweight tag team of the year And they don't wanna f** with us, half of them n***as is queers And I don't pay you no mind, so I could be doing my thang Like in the turning lane, dropping in the drop wide frame My diamonds all against the grain, when I'm gliding the whip The other hand on the clip, in case them haters wanna trip So I'm fully equipped, to let 'em know who I be It's South Klique, when I be repping S-L-A-B [Hook - 2x]