Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Jay’Ton, Lil Boss Hogg - Still Watchin lyrics

Still watching, keep peeping
Still watching me yeah, keep peeping

They told me, if you feel me
Fuck a record label
And a negotiation they trying to deal me
They watching me to close
And trying to play me
Make a nigga Unibomb your block
Everybody on me will be a Swayze
Patrick peep my hat trick
But I ain't an audition
Even though I've been known
To make people and guns come up missing
Witness, my disappearing act
Cause motherfuckers be tripping
And sweating me
Like I'm still selling crack
Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that PUD
All them other niggas act like it
But he's my G i sit and watch
As my home boys show me they fake love
I'm your partna
Why I come second to bitches and drugs
So fuck balling with y'all, I ride out
When I'm rich
I still flip in the truck and slide out
Y'all done made a mistake
You should of never mixed my blood with Trae
Them Maab niggas have arrived, Z-Ro
Boss and Jay

You must of made a mistake
You should of never mixed my blood with Ro
Them Maab niggas have arrived
Out the trunk with a fo'-fo'
Pissed off and agg'd
Running round with a attitude
Repping the Dirty South
Now where the fuck is your gratitude
Selfish son of a bitch, we deserve the throne
I can show you how to stunt
When I'm tipping the chrome
You don't wanna see me with that Mack
In front of your home
On the block in a drop
The same color as stone out of your league
And lately I've been out of my mind
I needed green as a team
So I got on the grind
SUC, and nigga I've been repping it raw
You rep it the wrong
And nigga I'll be breaking your jaw
I ain't fucking with you niggas
Who be fucking with laws
The same thang different day
Y'all can kiss my balls

Next nigga hating SLAB
Getting whooped and tossed
Perpetrating like a G
When you knowing you soft
It's Jay'Ton I ain't playing
When I'm spitting my name
Double 12 gauge slugs
That'll fuck up your frame
You got me wrong
In this song got me speaking the truth
Hit the block with the Glock
I'll show you my proof
They should of never mixed my blood
With the Ro and Trae
It's SK all day, Boss what you say

Cop a sack cock the Lac, cut the corner
Cuff Khakis creased, please call a corner
Cut quarters and quarters
And kept it banging
Blue both fat laces, bandanas hanging
Bodies on extra tight, for the test a fight
Bring light, to a nigga tonight
Wife beater with a big heel, repping the set
Breaking they necks
Cashing they checks and fucking with Vets