Sk - Trae, Z-Ro, Lil-B

I’m in the parking lot, with my AK

Fin to be retaliation, today

I got the hammer cocked back, and I’m finna spray

Murder me a nigga, if he ain’t claiming SK

Misery City’s finest, and I don’t give a fuck

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 niggas, 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 motherfucking strap on the side of me Can’t fuck 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 It’s automatic we pistol gripping, you niggas 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 niggas, and my dogs that’s locked away

Donny, these niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 bitch

SK representer, putting it all on the table