Plex E

Hey what's happening, this Rick D baby You ain't think we was gon Let you motherfuckers rest huh It's time to wake up baby The assholes is here I heard some niggas in the rap game Hollin' out plex speaking on my name Like they ass won't get wrecked Letting they nuts hang Cause I've been gone for a sec Bitch nigga ass on, I'm about to bring plex It's war So I'm bout to get to spitting on bitches I'll leave the weapon on the flo' So I'm shitting on bitches I heard some niggas wasn't able To keep they tongue in they mouth So I'm bout to put 'em in a lock And drag they ass through the South T-Ray and all them kids Who be thinking they rich Here go your second of the fame But either way you a bitch You got a problem and you know it Ain't no stopping me dog That go for each and every one of y'all Who knocking me dog Better check my stats ol' nigga I could end your career I'm ready for drama with your click In any time of the year All the way to 50 Cent and Banks I ain't born today better check yourself Everytime you speak a Asshole's name And if the click side with ya It don't really matter I got a hundred and fifty assholes That's killing the chatter I promise we rawer A hundred percent than most of these rappers And please don't try me cause I'm bound To make your bitch ass a factor It's war, niggas better get they mind right 'Fore I aim my highlight And fuck off ya eyesight It's war, niggas better know the funk coming 'Fore I run up in your house And duct tape your woman 64 slugs, dead in your car Blucka boo-blucka, recognize who we are We ghetto superstars And y'all motherfuckers Done took it too far Recognize G's when we in your face Put it down like it go Ahead of the footrace Corleone on the mash hoe I'll take over your turf And place real G's on it Got a hot nine for sale But don't nobody want it I put three bodies on it When I was tipping and flossing Had to take another six month break From filling up coffins It's often that niggas get lost For dipping in my sauce You gotta pay the cost to the Boss With the Nina Ross Plex is when you fucking with Trae And the SK You got AK's and HK's, in your face all day Bitch, war's with big niggas when the Streets got plex wit ya Can't let a certain type of nigga Try to get next to ya I put this sticking to ya So nigga better gaurd they ribs All this beef that you talking You can squash the drama aBN done pulled up It's time to start the trauma Why these niggas running to they cars To get they guns Red beam and teflons, aiming at they lungs Everybody ready for beef Until the war pop off We ain't playing down here In the Dirty South Niggas be getting slid, and put on they back WG bring hats, making niggas back back Niggas better duck quick When the K start busting Or South Klique get to rushing Ain't no time for discussion See I click quick bitch nigga I'm ready for war An asshole named Lil' B, is who I are So you can strap your laces, and put 'em up I got hands that'll drop niggas Right where they stand up Think I'm playing Ask about that nigga that ran up 'Fore I dropped him Boss was thumping them thangs Up out the truck What the fuck was you thinking My click be reigning yelling Slow Loud And Bangin' Leaving bitch niggas stanking Rich kids ain't banking Trying to ride on guerillas That'll bust and be shanking I'm always riding with my cause What the fuck you drinking 24 7 I be creeping, representing the South Niggas think it's a game Until I'm creeping with the sawed off I hit a nigga with the K And left his insides out Nigga you know it's Jay'Ton Bitch you know what I'm bout I'm digging ditches for niggas That's steady owing me riches I keep it real with my niggas It's money over them bitches And I'm a Southwest nigga Plus my click roll thick I greet a nigga with the heat And chunk his ass to my pit And let genocide shake your ass down Like a cat that's stray Assholes we don't play Repping blue over grey You never seen a block jump But it's gon jump today You might as well call me Ike From the way that I spray