Trae Tha Truth, Screwed Up Click, Mike-D - We Don’t Play lyrics

My nigga Trae, Miggity-Mike D
Present that shit niggas

We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that, fucking with that H Town
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that
You fuck around and get layed down

Guns up, the war back on
Guard your grill mo'fucker
Cause I'm right back home
Repping that Houston, figgas like que-bones
It's hood fella Corleone
Back with them good songs
The streets is my backbone
I'm known to get packed stone
I came from a sack of stones
22's I'm sitting on
TV's by Clarion, platinum medallion
Black trucks on chrome, on top of my game huh
The city look pretty now
That I'm sitting on digit's
But the city was looking shitty
When my ass couldn't get it
Now I'm gators on my waist
Matching my feet's and arm
Rocks all up in my jaw
Going off like car alarms

When I bomb the block
I'm certified to fuck a nigga up
Like I'm Biggie or Pac
I'm a lyrical threat unable to stop
A dark version of John Wayne
With the eight wheels of Jesse James
Giving out dome shots to the brain
And fucking they life up like cocaine
I'm a sinister to these streets
And a minister to these beats
Cause I'ma let a nigga know the real
The definition of being real is me
Trae and I'll bring the pain
All of my enemies gotta leave
Fucking with me I could make a nigga fold up
And make it hard for you to breathe
I'm a H Town representer
With the H all across my back
Houston Texas till I'm dead
It's automatic like a hand gat