Payback lyrics

(*talking*)
Didn't I tell you motherf*ckers, (yeah you told em Ro)
I'ma get you if I owe ya, (now they running)
That's real talking straight up, Z-Ro the Crooked motherf*cker
Know I'm tal'n bout (they know), T-R-A-E (kin folk)
No motherf*cking game (none), keep a straight aim (guns)
And hanging brains (yeah), S.U.C. for life

[Trae]
This one here is dedicated to the one, who put that slug in my car
I ain't forgot I promised I'd get ya, let's take it to war
Too many close encounters with death, back then it was funny
But now I got a son, and ain't nobody taking him from me
You better have bulletproof, on that red Lac that you swanging
Cause seventeen inside of my Glock, about to leave n*ggas stinking
I know where you hanging, and lately I've been feeling revenge
On the grounds of b*tch n*ggas, showing off with they friends
f*ck y'all I'm a gorilla, that'll mob for life
And any n*gga running up on me, get scarred tonight
How would you call a A.B.N., whenever be necessary
Read in the flesh, I'm bout to get the click and these b*tches scary
They don't want it with Trae, Ro, Boss and Jay'Ton
Lil' B, Dub-G and me be ready for Vietnam
Unloading the clip, on the next to talk sh*t
Lights out mask up, yelling out South Klique
[Z-Ro]
You can ride with a hundred n*ggas, when you out in the streets
That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me
Or you can live in a vest and a helmet, in the Penitentiary
That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me
I use to call you my n*gga, now I replaced him out with b*tch ass
Once you a hoe to Ro, you a b*tch no longer roam the side of my blast
But in the front, if you give me all of my money b*tch
f*ck a rich man's anthem, this that homeless and that hungry sh*t
I done cried so long, all my tears done dried up
Minus the revenge, get found murdered and tied up
Or seen slained with just a signal, Boss with the sawed off
And Jay'Ton waiting on the right moment, to blow they balls off
I ain't had a piece of pus*y, like the nine I bust
So it's safe to say I'm pretending, everytime I f*ck
Better remember that the trigga, got's no heart
If I was you, I would get my people out of the house it's getting dark

(*talking*)
Your T. Jones, your uncle your Auntie, your grandma
Your grandaddy, with his dusty ass
All them hoes, gotta go n*gga
You f*cking with the Maab n*gga
M double A-B for li' that's forever, ain't no hoe in our blood n*gga
From the West to Pud n*gga straight up, motherf*ckers be burried
Ain't no love, for none of you hoe ass n*ggas
P-A-spanage motherf*ckers, strong enough for a man-ass n*ggas
But guess what, got this damn thang in my hand n*gga
What the f*ck you gon do, with this b*tch in your mouth n*gga
Can you sing with it, can you pronounce a word with it
Na n*gga, Z-Ro the Crooked Guerilla Maab n*gga
Trae, Z-Ro my n*gga Pot Belly in this b*tch
No love for none of you n*ggas, f*ck y'all