Trae Tha Truth - SK lyrics

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Trae Tha Truth - SK lyrics

[Hook - 2x] I'm in the parking lot, with my AK Fin to be retaliation, today I got the hammer co*ked back, and I'm finna spray Murder me a n***a, if he ain't claiming SK [Z-Ro] Misery City's finest, and I don't give a f** About nothing, but smoking on that dro and getting bucks I love nothing and slug something, if something is illing I got something that'll make something, act right and stop tripping I'm a gangsta, but I ain't flagging today Cause some of my own n***as, been plotting to blow me away So I'ma go outside, pop the trunk And run up in they houses, with my one and I'ma dump And make they whole family, hit the god damn flo' And put the rest of they people, in black on front rows You might not like the way, I refer to a homicide But it was head busting, ten out of ten I gotta survive I be rolling, with my motherf**ing strap on the side of me Can't f** with the South, K-L-I-Q-U-E M double A-B, S-L-A-B The Don of Mo City, and Donny B [Trae] It's automatic we pistol gripping, you n***as ain't getting from me I dump on a chump, and have me singing this for they homie We S.L.A.B. Slow Loud And Bangin, SK like everyday This here for the block n***as, and my dogs that's locked away Donny, these n***as bout to see what I'm talking bout Set tripping, and watch how fast, I clear out the parking lot Twin towers, now watch how I devour these cowards Have me ducking like Howard, now these n***as peeping my power Don't you try to be cool with me now, I done peeped your type Get caught up in a hype, until a n***a ready to fight But I got something for you, let me introduce you to Trae If you ain't ready, you gon see me on the block with a K ya punk b**h [Hook - 2x] [Lil B] SK representer, putting it all on the table Peeping these video thugs, the one that's stuck on cable Walk through a public place, and I see nothing but thug models Wearing throwback jerseys or pink, trying to follow Real recognize real, well I'm peeping the fake Won't pull no kind of trigga, ain't moving nobody's weight I never do it be of they closed, or make a n***a feel hard All up in my face (what's up B), you n***as still fraud That's why I roll, with G-Maab Entertain' mayn S.L.A.B. known to swang, leaving one in your brain mayn I'm still the same, on the hunt for some change mayn k**ing parade n***as, that ain't repping the name it's South Klique n***a [W.G.] n***as running up, talking this and that Until I pull out the gauge, and bust you in your back Claiming SK n***a, better be for real Before I break your a** down, like a handlebar pill I ain't tripping with your set n***a, I'm repping mine I'm in the parking lot of Max, n***a it's going down About to whoop a n***a a**, have his brains hanging Got a five deuce n***a, that love to bang Much love to my n***a, named Baby James Can't rep the set, and I ain't saying no names Real recognize real, and that's how that go See me flamed up, at a sold out S.L.A.B. show [Reggoe] Macks and K's, cutting chopping these n***as These snitches I drop em, and then I blast goodbye to you b**hes Man so chill, n***as don't wanna test the South sign side Murder me a motherf**er, and just hop in my ride So nine times out of ten, n***as respect who it be On T-H-C, really though busting my B-I-T C-H motherf**er, you better get ready for war Quit acting like a lil' kid, you's a grown man boy Real sh** is real, n***a I'ma see you face to face Aggravated with a black bag, and a 4-4 in your face Sore thumb poking out, yeah n***a it's me in the flesh Southwest when I f** you n***a, I've got plex I've got plex [Hook - 2x]

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