Trae Tha Truth - f** Wit Y'all lyrics

[Hook] Why y'all, wanna f** with us We don't f** with y'all, (f** with y'all) Run up on us, with that nothing n***a you gon be in the ground, (in the ground) Soldiers, united for the cash This is the battlefield (battlefield) So all that bumping gums, and talking down That sh**'ll get you k**ed (get you k**ed) [Z-Ro] I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo We talk to my Guerilla Maab, n***as'll roll solo All these other rap n***as, act so PH-banish Straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge And each way with display, they got no back bone They looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown Cause we ride on n***as, and disguise on n***as Glock co*ked we hop out, and surprise on n***as You in danger, I've never been a stranger to homicide Cause in my hood, we k** eachother just to stay alive It's Screwed, so I f** with Rap-A-Lot but I'm still broke Can't afford to stay in the 4 Seasons, but I still smoke Why y'all n***as f**ing with me, I wanna be free But jealousy and envy, be watching me planning on stopping me f** that, I'm a Ridgemont 4 gangsta and I bust back Southsi' for li' Familia, until I'm on my back [Hook] [Trae] I'm a bonified soldier, in the G to the T Motherf**ers be screaming murder, on T-R-A-E Everyday when I grind, I gotta get it like it's my last breath f** what them n***as thinking, hit my corner they mean d**h The youngest of the Maab, but I'ma stomp like a big dog Presidential be hating, now my Glock saying f** y'all Ro pa** the word, let me show em how it go Cause I ain't playing with b**hes, I'm disposing all of my foes We M double A-B, S-L-A-B till I'm dead Everynight I be on the edge, with a pump onside of my bed Going retarded, cause n***as take this game for a joke Eternally burning, I'm bout to put this b**h up in smoke They must be on dope, thinking the court of law gon resolve it If my brother Dinkie was here, I swear to God he would bomb it Rest in peace to my n***as, that we lost in the field For real, disrespect it and you gon f** around and get k**ed [Hook] [Z-Ro] Never slipping whether I'm smoking, and I'm dranking or not Raising so much hell in the streets, n***as thinking demons is hot Is in our blood it's in our body, it's in our soul You Jesus don't let me click, cause if I lose it I might stroll Right up on them Presidential n***as, read em they rights Revenge or retaliation, or motherf**ing gun fight Now you done f**ed with me, so it's a must that I f** with you How you gon sue me, and you bootlegging dude [Trae] n***as be smoking, how the f** you gon f** with the Maab I been repping since '96, from the booth to the Boulevard We work hard paying dues, in this god damn game And these broke a** b**h n***as, wanna roach off the name Can't give a f** about your team, or give a f** if you was paid The only thing I give a f** about, is locked up in a cage And I'm meaning what I scream, ain't no way to shut me up Till you put me in a grave, and n***a I don't give a f** I'm a a**hole [Hook] f** with y'all... In the ground... Battlefield... Get you k**ed...