(feat. Jay'Ton, Trae)

[talking]

Here ye here ye, come one come all
An ^!$$% talking down on the Maab, bound to fall
Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked

Representing S.U.C., got my ^!$$% Fred in this (*##$
My ^!$$% Trae in this (*##$, and we don't give
A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride


[Trae]
I bet these boys, out here better recognize

My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over
Running (*##$ ^!$$%s over, beaming a glock like I'm a soldier
Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash

Throwing they $$# up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash
Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat
AKA a vet, and spraying them ^!$$%s until they wet

I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started
Half of these ^!$$%s out here be spitting bull%#@!, like they !@$!ed
Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game

You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs
With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog
Everytime let me tell y'all, we thoed I'ma swell y'all


[talking]
Well swell em up then

$#&@ these old PH !@$( $$# ^!$$%s
Talking down on us, bet y'all can't walk down on us
^!$$% we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's


[Hook]
This one is dedicated, to them ^!$$%s that hate it

It's been a long time, but we finally made it
We the realest of the real, and we can never be faded
It's been a long time, but we finally made it

We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated
It's been a long time, but we finally made it
Breaking laws and jaws, cause you (*##$es is overrated

It's been a long time, but we finally made it

[Z-Ro]

Presidential got a problem, with me making my cash
Trying to starve a ^!$$% out, and have me flat on my $$#
One hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo'

But since my %#@!'s selling, you could never ruin me hoe
25 hours a day, I be packing that lead
Chasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our bread

I understand that you bull%#@! ^!$$%s, done flip-flopped
Trying to hold on to a ^!$$%, hitching a ride to the top
(and 97.9), the biggest hoes I know

Now Walter D is my ^!$$%, the rest of em be hating Ro
What do you know, why these ^!$$%s all up in my face
Back back I'm about two seconds, from catching a case

When I walk up in the club, they act like they don't see me
Nervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easy
I'ma take it hard, while I'm killing em softly

Till they gone, they been hating us for way too long

[Hook]


[Jay'Ton]
Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and ^!$$%s acting like hoes

I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows
Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G
It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.B

With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great
Undisputed like weight, when I'm upper cutting in your face
Body blows and jabs, for ^!$$%s hating on S.L.A.B

You come with that bull%#@!, guaranteed I'm beating your $$#
It been a long time, and we finally made it
Hopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed it

No more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided
Like the point on the dice, I can never be faded


[talking]
Yeah, we ain't gon blow it though
You know we got this hoe $$# devil on our back
On our mother$#&@ing $$#, that ^!$$% can't face up
With a real ^!$$% though, know I'm saying

^!$$% know he talk %#@!, so I be spitting
All mother$#&@ing day long, but it's still God first though
This whole $$# world got me this way, you know I'm saying
Bout paper, this mother$#&@ing K, mother$#&@ing Tre-8
This 4-5, 4-4, %#@! it goes on and on and on

Talking down on us ^!$$%, you getting 17 hundred to the dome
So I know u gon be gone, you know I'm saying
Fred get your bread, Trae pass that mother$#&@ing K
And let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro, and we out this (*##$