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(feat. Trae) [Hook] We gon make, you niggaz feel this Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit So listen to this real shit [H.A.W.K.] I'ma make 'em feel it, like you feel the holy spirit When you hear it you fear it, and your mind can't clear it You hear it, now bob your head You heard what I said, get wild like a bull seeing red Why you acting like you scared, throw your hands in the air And shake your derriere, for this Southside playa Beware, of the lyric content Cause shit is my scent, and it's highly evident These cats got me bent, they must be crazy I rock like Jay-Z, and these labels they pay me You lazy, and out of your belligerent mind To think your cash flow, is equivalent to mine I done waste time, on wine and dine I spit rhymes and grind, and meet my deadline I'm smart like Einstein, the savior of mankind I flow like enzymes, and I'll blow your mind Songtexte[Hook] We gon make, you niggaz feel this Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit Cause we gon make you feel this We gon make, you niggaz feel this Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit So listen to this real shit [Trae] Ain't no fucking with us, take it out cock it we bust Deep down in Texas we tough, tear the club up niggaz we rough You don't wanna plex with us, raw and untamed better ride with a AK Keep a bitch nigga saying mayday, and I will spray for the pay day In the worst way like a Maab nigga, for the eight nigga I'ma split a nigga Like a throwed verse, lyrically leaving a nigga in a hearse I'm a thug and a renogator, and a Southside hood waver A 84 block skater, and a bad ass bitch invader We so thoed but solo, united for cash When I'm in my fo'-do' my trunk glow, with S.U.C. on my dash At a club we roam knocks, in the hood we bleed blocks In a car we ride drops, on cock with a missing top Lil' Trae Guerilla Maab, with H-A-W-K From red to blue or grey, my niggaz we don't play From shining to throwing bows, we platinum on down to gold And living out of control, to keep it crunk fa sho [Hook] [H.A.W.K.] Abra-cadabra, hocus pocus Sit back and feel, this explosive dose A lyrical hypnosis, is what I put you in And time and time again, I do damage with a pen A lyrical time bomb, and I'm bound to get you sprung And if you ain't feeling this, then your body is numb Like Nelly I'm number one, or numero uno The size of a sumo, more vicious than Kujo More styles than judo, and I got room to throw I'm thugging like Fat Joe, and I'm watching my thoed grow I move in slow-mo, and blowing on do-do On 20's and squatted low, and on locks I tip-toe And for my lil bro, I'ma mash the gas Collect the cash, and move the Benz up another class The greatest like Ali, on the grind like Bun-B And the words that I use, make you say golly [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania