Fully Auto

Ay this the homie Lucky, fresh out the USP. Holdin' it down for Southland Entertainment right Here in Greeley, Colorado. Wanna say much love to Mr. D, to all the homies out there in California, From the feds to the states. Holdin' it down, Southland Entertainment, fuck all The haters. Yeah I heard you like to talk so meet The Ruger. Catch me in your nightmares, Call me Freddy Krueger. You see the nine with those hollows going straight Through ya. I'll be that SL assassin that'll buck On ya. Got your hot one, yeah call that Chest warmer. Say your prayers to God 'cause your Life's over. In the name of the Father, Now get ghost. You shoulda never kept yapping, now that tank goes. Southland gangster, ain't no room for scrubs. I'm chillin' with that nine milli on the bomb Ass buzz. California love, rolling California bud. We some California thugs busting California slugs. Shoot to kill homie, my crew get ill. I pop on you leathers like I pop a Pill. Drop a bill just to see her hit The floor. Call it the fire motherfucker, stop, Drop, and roll. Claiming that they gangsters but it Don't look that way to me. Talk shit behind my back, when I see 'em, They ain't got shit to say to me. They keep on stepping 'cause they know my weapon Is fulli auto. Full clips and my tips are Hollow. So if you ain't coolin' with me, You better stay the fuck away from me. Uh, uh, you ain't fooling no one on the Coast that's gold. Made a deal with the devil but you lost Your soul. You rent a lot of cars, homies, And hoes. You say you sold your Phantom, Fool they took your Rolls. Get disrespected wherever you go. Got big bodyguards when you hit the shows. They already know you're a fucked up lame. You ain't one of us, so change what you Claim. I head up to the city of angels. To see my name headline the coast. On a one way road to the top, it Don't stop. You think you're gangster? I know you're not. Fool you're a fraud, with Your bullshit talk. Jock my entourage when I step into the spot. Southland stays hot when we talk the talk. You better run when we walk the walk. I'm amazed at these so-called G's. Claiming that they the hardest to put it down On the streets. Truth is sucker never did no Dirt. And the word from your homies never put In no work. I'm that SLG, cushed up and Throwing threes. Fuck anybody tryna speak up on me. I come from the gutter lane, yeah bitch a G thang. Put it down from day one, I Get it done and let 'em hang. I rep that green, I rock that green. Now Mr. Lazy, what you know about me? Catch me in the hood on the blocks of Evergreen. Strapped up with the nine just case fools Wanna see me. I don't hesitate, I buck on sight. I lay leathers down homie repping that green right. Ain't no telling when you fools wanna push. Catch me on the front porch with a bud Light and kush. Claiming that they gangsters but it Don't look that way to me. Talk shit behind my back, when I see 'em, They ain't got shit to say to me. They keep on stepping 'cause they know my weapon Is fulli auto. Full clips and my tips are Hollow. So if you ain't coolin' you better stay The fuck away from me. I be the one they call Crow. I'm repping Z in Northeast coast. I'm a soldier from the West Coast and can't Nobody come close. That's S. Saint, S. F. Bobby, and Mr. D. I can't forget about the homie from Evergreen. What's up Lazy? Pass me a pistol, Let's get drunk. That's our homie Bobby in the Back rolling blunts. Who gives a fuck what people say. It's WKS, SLG, put it down for LA. I come through G'd the fuck up, K bang The fuck out. With my nine on safety, I don't fuck around ese. I stay strapped all the motherfucking time. I ain't worried about your homeboys, that shit, they Ain't about shit. I'm on some other shit. It's the motherfucking legend up in this bitch. Your whole clique is busters. Coward ass, pussy ass, resident. Talking about they ain't from nowhere motherfuckers. We got the whole game on lock. Claiming that they gangsters but it don't look that Way to me. Talk shit behind my back, when I see 'em, They ain't got shit to say to me. They keep on stepping 'cause they know my weapon Is fulli auto. Full clips and my tips are Hollow. So if you ain't coolin' with me, You better stay the fuck away from me. Claiming that they gangsters but it don't look that Way to me. Talk shit behind my back, when I see 'em, They ain't got shit to say to me. They keep on stepping 'cause they know my weapon Is fulli auto. Full clips and my tips are Hollow. So if you ain't coolin' with me, You better stay the fuck away from me. Yeah this is Funk from Germany and this ain't Nothing but the Southland thang worldwide