W.G. - Gotta be a G lyrics

[Hook: Billy Cook - 2x] I know, that I gotta be a G Till the day, that I'm gone Repping, for the Southside of town Still swanging, on chrome [Mike D] I'm on 4-30, with the top on miss Palimene got you stuttering, blades chopping and sh** Like the way the TV falling, trunk be popping and sh** Boo don't break your neck, make your n***a clock and sh** Cause I'm a straight up hog, that always keep a Glock in my sh** And when these young'ns wanna try me, I'ma block em and sh** They way she staring at a n***a, he threw her out of his sh** So I had to bust a U, and re-ride to this b**h She run up hollin' bout, this n***a dope and dollas and sh** See I'm a hog baby girl, I'll knock him out of his sh** It take a Southside n***a, to have power like this And if you ain't pumping for your paper, you ain't talking bout sh** [Trae] It ain't a damn thang changed, on the Southside of town I'm a block bleeder for li', moving slow when I grind But I'm full speed down the block, with the top let down Leaving them haters a mile away, cause they hating my shine Slow Loud And Bangin in my trunk, tap-tap when it bump If you got plex n***a then jump, you finna be quick to get dumped Cause Trae ain't gon never forget, what the game done got me That's why I'm faithfully thugging, and these wanna-be's copy But it'll never be another me, I'm one of the mob Straight out the Southside of Houston, and I'm physically hard The way the Dub and the L, for the block that I'm roaming For my n***a Screw, you know I'm still swanging on my chrome [W.G.] This a Southside cla**ic, game done got drastic Graduated from the deuce-deuce, to the plastic Nine millimeter, on your corner taking aim These white folks in my face, calling me the blame For the drug sales, and these wanna be a baller Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, gotta stand much taller f** them Benzes and Lorenzes, and them shiny thangs We from Southside Houston Texas, and we grinding mayn We done waited our time, and lost some major figgas Got boys in the game, trying to get a lil' bigger R.I.P. to DJ Screw, and that F-A-T Without them there's no me, but these boys can't see [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo' It's Z-Ro the Crooked, taking over your radio I'm a Southside veteran, hands been registered as a weapon But everytime I'm solo, I be two deep with Smith-N-Wesson Ain't taking no chances, that be dealing with the devil My game is so deep, a motherf**er couldn't even dig me with a shovel Like a true blue running devil, throwing C's all day Represent that and I meant that, sent that in the form of a K That'll open up your body, call me Z-Ron-Gotti If these busters don't know, they better ask somebody Either you can be a soldier, or get folded up like Levi's Z-Ro been repping the South, ever since Z-Ro was knee-high [Hook - 2x]