Sk

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