Gangsta Shit

Huh, they gotta feel us on
This one right here mayn h Town to D Town
Bout to mash on these mark ass niggas
Feel what I'm saying
Gotta respect what's given to you right now
Ain't no games getting played
You know who this be nigga
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin
Better yet relax, I got this

It's time to bring it to they face
Bitch I been a asshole for life
Motherfuckers hollin' out plex
But they don't lace the Nike's
Attitude never mistaken
So these bitches can get it
Forty rounds in a clip is like church
I bet you get lifted if you heard about ABN
You know these hands is sick
I got a bob and a weave game
To leave em stiff as a brick
Shepo, Jay'Ton, Dub, Boss and Rick
Plus the other hundred and twenty
Who stay ready to click
Shot what these niggas talking
Like they ready for drama
I shut em up and have they folk signing
Bout old as they mama
I got my homies Tri and Tae
Packing K's for Trae
Unless I tell em pop the trunk
So I can get it and spray
I represent it for the hood
But anybody can get it
And if they heard about the Maab
I bet they don't wanna get with it
Slow Loud when I bang, so I rep for Screw
For all my dogs and the Bloods
And my cousin Blue

This to all my hustlers ballers
All the shot callers
Range up, and open place
And if you see a bitch nigga
Thinking that he's slick
Never hesitate, to put him in his place
See this is some gangsta shit
Trae and Tae hitting, with a gangsta click
SLAB what it do, y'all respect this shit
Making moves on 45
Get it how we live it it's
Our time to shine hey

All bitch niggas, better shake the spot
So many C's in my handshaking
Look like a zip-lock
I put a H in front of the C
Call it Hoover Crip hopping
0-5, all the lil' homies
Call ruger grip Glocks
I know it sounds crazy
When niggas use to killing cops
They been harassing our homies
And they thrashing the block
But I got love for the homies
So I'm passing a chop
Pass the corner and double back
Then I blast at the flock
Do em more dug than a shovel
Filling bags up with cops
I'm in a six tre rag
And bitch it drag when it drop
13's and I drive em
Soak up my rag it ain't sock
I keep a 4-4 mag
And when I'm mad bitch it pop
I mean it crack, I keep a new flag in the Lac
Eight placks to the back
Fresh set of them cats
Hat to the left back, big Crip in the pack
See me throwing up my set
Steady Cripping the mat cuz

Been real off top
Cause 200 Clan be the god damn block
Real what I am, and the shit won't stop
Haters they plot, want it with me not
Make your body drop, one blow one shot
Tri in this bitch
And the clip's what I claim
AKA yellow Dame, hot as fire spitting flame
Recognize 'fore I came, no lie untamed
What these niggas trying to bring
Ain't nothing ain't a thang
Got killers in the clip
Got killers in the grove
Got killers in the North
And the South slow your roll
'Fore you end up knocked off
Wanna play me for soft
Bitch ass gon get lost
In a river pay the cost
What you wanna do Blood
Chill out or get drug
Peel out or get plugged
Pussy nigga what the fuck
Yeah I might be small
But I got a lot of clout
Representing out the South
Hold your tongue watch your mouth

If that ain't, self explanatory right there
These marks gotta understand
It's real in the field
Can't put another fo'
Motherfuckers together
That's gon shut shit down like this
Bitch ass nigga need to go back
To they pen and pad, and rewrite they shit
We do shit like this, everyday all day mayn
Asshole By Nature, G-Maab Entertainment
You know I'm saying it go down
Southside's finest
Ay you know I respect that D Town
I gotta shout out Oak Cliff
All the rest of the hood
You know it's Southwest over
Here homie for real