Greeted With Heat lyrics

by

Trae tha Truth


[Chorus - Trae]
Get greeted with heat - better beat ya feet
These teflon bullets might make you weak
K shots might whoop a n*gga across the street
So it's SK b*tch till I rest in peace

[Verse 1 - Boss]
I make n*ggas hop out they slacks and hop in some khaks
Lil'Boss Hogg b*tch you know I'm ridin with Lacs
Not that time that spitt game, that time that spitt flame
Spitt flames in n*ggas brains make 'em switch lanes
Bang - bang ya hood, bang for change
Broke gangsta's better just stay up outta my range
n*ggas get strange when money ain't long
I see all of these hoe n*ggas singin the same song
I floss flippin that gray and black Lac chrome
Jay ridin Impala and Ro done just came home
I got n*ggas on the C - block, homies on the B - block
My n*ggas from the tree tops - whoop n*ggas to the street top

[Verse 2 - Jay'Ton]
I stay heated in case a b*tch n*gga wanna get greeted
By the South Klique with AK's creepin my city
Ain't no need for no conversation why you tuckin yo tail
I had a feelin you a mark b*tch you tell me that frail
Street sweeper - K's and Glocks to heat ya block
I promise I really am gangsta you n*ggas are not
Self explanatory so n*ggas know what it is
A quick shot to the dome might show you the biz
A marcharian with [?] might come to ya kids
For you snitchin my n*ggas locked up doin biz
A right jam might lead to me gettin you slid
Dump ya body in a bucket slidin off on my rims
[Chorus - Boss/Jay'Ton Repeat 2x]
Get greeted with heat - better beat ya feet
These teflon bullets might make you weak
K shots might flip a n*gga across the street
And it's SK b*tch till I rest in peace

[Verse 3 - J-Doe]
Everytime I pass a church I cross my chest
Never know when them bullets might cross my chest
Cause when boys got K's might as well toss ya vest
I'm a vulture rich n*gga I fly out on the West
I never talk with no guns - you n*ggas walk with no guns
Come here and get chalked with no guns
I ain't the one they can't beat me
Capital J dot capital D - O - E
Like a man with no hands I can't hold my piece
Like the back grocery store a n*gga stay with beats
Michael D, the boss H - O - G - G...S - L - A - B with the S dub C

[Verse 4 - J2]
South West b*tch n*gga better cover and duck
Cause K shots hittin n*ggas makin boys do tucks
I'm tellin you cuz this here I got'll dangle ya thighs
And have you wonderin why the f*ck you had to come outside
So back back homie before ya grill get cracked
By the mac in the Lac when I start to attack
Cause I'm a gangsta chump ass n*ggas'll get lost
Greeted and heated with the pistol, Nina Ross
Paint gloss, glass house sittin on some deep dishes
f*ckin with Jay ya body floatin with the fishes
Like gators steadily dumpin chumps in swamps
When I pull out the pump and dump b*tch n*ggas dump
[Chorus - Boss/Jay'Ton Repeat 2x]
Get greeted with heat - better beat ya feet
These teflon bullets might make you weak
K shots might flip a n*gga across the street
And it's SK b*tch till I rest in peace
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