| I know you haters better run, I’m coming for you |
| And everyday a nigga repping, and riding for Screw |
| I was keeping it in my chest, now I’m getting it out |
| I know you spectators in the game, better close your mouth |
| I got a lot of my time invested, up in this game |
| It’s S.U.C. till I’m dead, ain’t no need to explain |
| I’m in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs |
| The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats |
| So niggaz’d back back, I’m a man dude with a attitude |
| And I’m too quick to click, Lil' Trae is a damn fool |
| In my zone leave me alone, I ain’t trying to be fucked with |
| Everything that I got, is everything that I wanna roll with |
| Me and me and myself, you niggaz bad for my health |
| Now I’m pumped up like Superman, with a uppercut to be felt |
| I ain’t playing with what I’m saying, you cats better start praying |
| For Deebo commits to spraying, and everybody be staying |
| Why, these fellas talking down |
| Don’t they know, why we’ll ride |
| And make somebody slide, beware |
| Why, these fellas talking down |
| Don’t they know, why we’ll ride |
| And make these bustsas hot, beware |
| I’m chilling in my 1's, chopping game on my celly |
| My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly |
| Got your lil mama, butt naked shake her jelly |
| I’ma put her on a tape, and play it back on the telly |
| Boys hate to love the street show, when we showing up |
| I give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up |
| They can’t afford the pints, by the case that we po’ing up |
| Young in the game, it’s time to start growing up |
| Get you some hustle, get you some grind |
| Show me some muscle, show me some shine |
| Fuck trying to crime, off another nigga name |
| It’s just a matter of time, 'fore I run you out the game |
| Because I can’t believe the nerve, of these hoes |
| Trying to use my nigga Pimp name, for benefit shows |
| Fin to start kicking in do’s, with the macks |
| Trying to let that shit pass, now I’m coming for your ass fool |
| It’s the return of the mad rapper, industry nigga subtracter |
| That be greed up in the fists, that be clinched like a black panther |
| I’m sick and tired of you fakers, that try to twist up the game |
| So now you gotta see me, like the 84's that I swang |
| My glock I cock and I aim, my name you fin to respect it |
| You let me off in your world, then I swear to God I’ma wreck it |
| You must of thought I forgot about you, acting sue a crowd’ll watch you |
| I gotta get that up out you, your people gon be without you |
| On top of that, niggaz be using my homie name |
| Saying the Screwed Up Click, so they can get them a little change |
| Hopping from dick to dick, and I ain’t even gon say no name |
| I feel like I wanna click, so now you gon feel my pain |
| I’m Trae, and I ain’t bar nan nigga in this drama |
| Or mama, I weave and I swang sending em through a trauma |
| They tell me to let em make it, but really I ain’t the one |
| Them bitches did it, so now they gotta see me when I come |
| Where the real niggaz at, cause I can’t find none |
| Everybody be talking shit, when they be packing they guns |
| Quick to shoot a motherfucker, to keep they face from sweating |
| But when the laws come to bang one, snitching and telling |
| Be these ol' buster ass niggaz, killing all in they music |
| Showing a four pound around town, but never gon use it |
| I’m registered by my gangsta, you barely touching me G |
| Now feel you got the edasity, to come and see me |
| Fuck it whoever wanna get some, can come and get dropped |
| I’m a grown man I don’t get people sued, I get people shot |
| If you ain’t shot, I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga |
| Z-Ro the Crooked, cause ain’t no love for none of these niggaz |
| Straight Profit to Presidential, trying to scandalize my name |
| They can’t sell records without me, that’s a god damn shame |
| I ain’t to blame, why these niggaz ain’t selling and losing weight |
| But I’m to blame, when I go off and get the bruising they face |
| (Z-Ro) |
| Make a nigga hot, yeeeah |
| Why you wanna hate me, S.U.C. |
| You niggaz can’t be meeee |
| My nigga T-R-A-E |
| And that’s the way it’s gonna be |
| Until a motherfucker take me |
| Me, and the M double A-B |
| We gon be thugging |
| Until we see you niggaz to see |
| Straight up, it’s my cousin Trae nigga |
| These bitch ass niggaz can’t fuck with you |