Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Mike-D, Billy Cook, W.G. - Gotta be a G lyrics

I know, that I gotta be a G
Till the day, that I'm gone
Repping, for the Southside of town
Still swanging, on chrome

I'm on 4-30, with the top on miss
Palimene got you stuttering
Blades chopping and shit
Like the way the TV falling
Trunk be popping and shit
Boo don't break your neck
Make your nigga clock and shit
Cause I'm a straight up hog
That always keep a Glock in my shit
And when these young'ns wanna try me
I'ma block em and shit
They way she staring at a nigga
He threw her out of his shit
So I had to bust a U
And re-ride to this bitch
She run up hollin' bout
This nigga dope and dollas and shit
See I'm a hog baby girl
I'll knock him out of his shit
It take a Southside nigga
To have power like this
And if you ain't pumping for your paper
You ain't talking bout shit

It ain't a damn thang changed
On the Southside of town
I'm a block bleeder for li'
Moving slow when I grind
But I'm full speed down the block
With the top let down
Leaving them haters a mile away
Cause they hating my shine
Slow Loud And Bangin in my trunk
Tap tap when it bump
If you got plex nigga then jump
You finna be quick to get dumped
Cause Trae ain't gon never forget
What the game done got me
That's why I'm faithfully thugging
And these wanna-be's copy
But it'll never be another me
I'm one of the mob
Straight out the Southside of Houston
And I'm physically hard
The way the Dub and the L
For the block that I'm roaming
For my nigga Screw
You know I'm still swanging on my chrome

This a Southside classic
Game done got drastic
Graduated from the deuce-deuce
To the plastic
Nine millimeter, on your corner taking aim
These white folks in my face
Calling me the blame for the drug sales
And these wanna be a baller
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk
Gotta stand much taller
Fuck them Benzes and Lorenzes
And them shiny thangs
We from Southside Houston Texas
And we grinding mayn
We done waited our time
And lost some major figgas
Got boys in the game
Trying to get a lil' bigger
RIP to DJ Screw, and that F-A T
Without them there's no me
But these boys can't see

Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo'
It's Z-Ro the Crooked
Taking over your radio
I'm a Southside veteran
Hands been registered as a weapon
But everytime I'm solo
I be two deep with Smith-N Wesson
Ain't taking no chances
That be dealing with the devil
My game is so deep
A motherfucker couldn't even dig
Me with a shovel
Like a true blue running devil
Throwing C's all day
Represent that and I meant that
Sent that in the form of a K
That'll open up your body
Call me Z-Ron-Gotti
If these busters don't know
They better ask somebody
Either you can be a soldier
Or get folded up like Levi's
Z-Ro been repping the South
Ever since Z-Ro was knee-high