W.G. - SK

Song Rating: 7.87/10

Song lyrics:

[Hook - 2x]
Im in the parking lot, with my AK
Fin to be retaliation, today
I got the hammer cocked back, and Im finna spray
Murder me a n***a, if he aint claiming SK

[Z-Ro]
Misery Citys finest, and I dont 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 thatll make something, act right and stop tripping
Im a gangsta, but I aint flagging today
Cause some of my own n***as, been plotting to blow me away
So Ima go outside, pop the trunk
And run up in they houses, with my one and Ima 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
Cant 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]
Its automatic we pistol gripping, you n***as aint 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 thats locked away
Donny, these n***as bout to see what Im 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
Dont 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 aint 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 thats 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 Im peeping the fake
Wont pull no kind of trigga, aint moving nobodys weight
I never do it be of they closed, or make a n***a feel hard
All up in my face (whats up B), you n***as still fraud
Thats why I roll, with G-Maab Entertain mayn
S.L.A.B. known to swang, leaving one in your brain mayn
Im still the same, on the hunt for some change mayn
k**ing parade n***as, that aint repping the name its 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 aint tripping with your set n***a, Im repping mine
Im in the parking lot of Max, n***a its 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
Cant rep the set, and I aint saying no names
Real recognize real, and thats how that go
See me flamed up, at a sold out S.L.A.B. show

[Reggoe]
Macks and Ks, cutting chopping these n***as
These snitches I drop em, and then I blast goodbye to you b**hes
Man so chill, n***as dont 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, yous a grown man boy
Real sh** is real, n***a Ima see you face to face
Aggravated with a black bag, and a 4-4 in your face
Sore thumb poking out, yeah n***a its me in the flesh
Southwest when I f** you n***a, Ive got plex Ive got plex

[Hook - 2x]

Date of text publication: 19.01.2021 at 10:40