S.L.A.B. - Plex lyrics

(*talking*) Hey what's happening, this Rick D baby You ain't think we was gon let you motherf**ers rest huh It's time to wake up baby, the a**holes is here [Hook - 2x] I heard some n***as in the rap game, hollin' out plex Speaking on my name, like they a** won't get wrecked Letting they nuts hang, cause I've been gone for a sec b**h n***a a** on, I'm about to bring plex [Trae] It's war, so I'm bout to get to spitting on b**hes I'll leave the weapon on the flo', so I'm sh**ting on b**hes I heard some n***as wasn't able, to keep they tongue in they mouth So I'm bout to put 'em in a lock, and drag they a** through the South T-Ray and all them kids, who be thinking they rich Here go your second of the fame, but either way you a b**h You got a problem and you know it, ain't no stopping me dog That go for each and every one of y'all, who knocking me dog Better check my stats ol' n***a, I could end your career I'm ready for drama with your click, in any time of the year All the way to 50 Cent and Banks, I ain't born today Better check yourself, everytime you speak a a**hole's name And if the click side with ya, it don't really matter I got a hundred and fifty a**holes, that's k**ing the chatter I promise we rawer, a hundred percent than most of these rappers And please don't try me cause I'm bound to make your b**h a** a factor [Hook - 2x] [Mike D] It's war, n***as better get they mind right 'Fore I aim my highlight, and f** off ya eyesight It's war, n***as better know the funk coming 'Fore I run up in your house, and duct tape your woman 64 slugs, dead in your car Blucka-boo-blucka, recognize who we are We ghetto superstars And y'all motherf**ers, done took it too far Recognize G's when we in your face, put it down like it go Ahead of the footrace, Corleone on the mash hoe [Boss] I'll take over your turf, and place real G's on it Got a hot nine for sale, but don't nobody want it I put three bodies on it, when I was tipping and flossing Had to take another six month break, from filling up coffins It's often that n***as get lost, for dipping in my sauce You gotta pay the cost to the Boss, with the Nina Ross Plex is when you f**ing with Trae, and the S.K You got AK's and HK's, in your face all day b**h, war's with big n***as when the streets got plex wit ya Can't let a certain type of n***a, try to get next to ya I put this sticking to ya, so n***a better gaurd they ribs Or I'm quick to pull a kickdo', so just gaurd your cribs [W.G.] All this beef that you talking, you can squash the drama A.B.N. done pulled up, it's time to start the trauma Why these n***as running to they cars, to get they guns Red beam and teflons, aiming at they lungs Everybody ready for beef, until the war pop off We ain't playing down here, in the Dirty South n***as be getting slid, and put on they back W.G. bring hats, making n***as back-back [Lil' B] n***as better duck quick, when the K start busting Or South Klique get to rushing, ain't no time for discussion See I click quick b**h n***a, I'm ready for war An a**hole named Lil' B, is who I are So you can strap your laces, and put 'em up I got hands that'll drop n***as, right where they stand up Think I'm playing, ask about that n***a that ran up 'Fore I dropped him, Boss was thumping them thangs up out the truck What the f** was you thinking, my click be reigning yelling Slow Loud And Bangin' Leaving b**h n***as stanking, rich kids ain't banking Trying to ride on guerillas, that'll bust and be shanking I'm always riding with my cause, what the f** you drinking [Hook - 2x] [Jay'Ton] 24/7 I be creeping, representing the South n***as think it's a game, until I'm creeping with the sawed off I hit a n***a with the K, and left his insides out n***a you know it's Jay'Ton, b**h you know what I'm bout I'm digging ditches for n***as, that's steady owing me riches I keep it real with my n***as, it's money over them b**hes And I'm a Southwest n***a, plus my click roll thick I greet a n***a with the heat, and chunk his a** to my pit And let genocide shake your a** down, like a cat that's stray a**holes we don't play, repping blue over grey You never seen a block jump, but it's gon jump today You might as well call me Ike, from the way that I spray [Hook - 2x]