Mr. 3-2 - We Mashin Out lyrics

[Trae] f**ing it up until a n***a had enough Ya see I'm rough and I'm tough no afro puffs But I'm gone in a rage with a twelve gauge On the front page and I bet I'm finna call your bluff Still so playa flying to Himalayas Pulling up in the hood wide body valeter I'ma shot call like I'm the Mayor For the 2K2 I'm a rap rhyme sayer Debanere rap game one of a kind Breaking it down I bet I'm fin to leave a n***a behind I ain't lying I'm finan get this b**h crunk Make a n***a have a wreck when he pop his trunk Somebody finna get dumped trunk I don't give a damn bout a n***a who claiming they down with me n***as be hoes straight up fly to me You don't wanna see that heat on side of me Trae ain't tripping I'm finna flip a n***a off I done paid the cost Guerilla Maab in the do' I don't need nan n***a up in my face You better beat your feet and at a faster pace Like your name was Flow Joe Come with a AK out the fo' do' Bust me a n***a then I'm out the backdo' Taking me a trip to Acapulco what hoe [Lil' B] I'm in mash mode for all my haters, on the rise like a elevator I'm a motivator and a 6-10 skater, cuff your gal cause I might just take her I'm on the block cause the block is hot, and I'll co*k the Glock with the red dot If you try to knock a n***a named Lil' B, wrecking the track with Trae and Dougie D I'm a motherf**ing renogader, packing a AK to spray the whole scene When a n***a wanna get out of line drop him off on a dime Fo' times until you know what I mean See we don't play cats throwing up S.K Mashing full time with no delay Dumping bodies all across Fewquay Leave em stinking till the bodies decay Whoa now cause this is how it go down When you f**ing with n***as that's representing H-Town Beat your back in until it break down Cause n***as is hating they gon feel us now Till the break of dawn I don't bar none If a n***a running up he gon catch some With a slick to the chest who's next Cause the next stay strapped and then we ready for plex [Hook - 2x] We mashing out n***a, without a doubt n***a (you know we don't bar the plex, so how the f** you gonna stop us n***a) We mashing out n***a, without a doubt n***a (you know we be known to wreck, so when you play this sh** don't jock n***a) [Dougie D] I'ma give it to you live I'ma give it to you raw I ain't even finna play with you motherf**ers I'm a motherf**er that'll be packing a Glock Taking em out with red dots I'm a head buster I'ma mob out I'ma ride out No doubt making motherf**ers slide out need to hide out f**ing round with the wrong n***a Dougie now now Leave a motherf**er crispy burned and fried out Does the Dougie give it out m-hm Like a n***a be smoking up on good green yes sir f**ing em up in the first round yes sir I'm just so cold I make a n***a say burr Gripping a round me and my dogs get buck With the K-E-P-O ready to crunk We S-L-A-B now lil' b**h what On a shred of the microphone we ain't no punks Dougie D so thoed and they already know With the Trae and the Jay'Ton and damn Bybo Got a partna named Black One gripping a gun I got a kin folk Brite that be dropping the bombs I got a click of motherf**ers putting boys on the run And when you thought it was over n***a it just begun And when you hear this jam n***a don't you bump When you feel you ready n***a then come get some [Kepoe] Stepping up in the do' you know it's Kepoe, when it's bout plex I let my heat go Know I gotta represent the S-O, letting my boys go now watch how I flow Hard for a broad flow like a b**h, better back up and watch how I switch If you get crunk then get hold of this, ain't no female finna do this sh** Go nationwide when I glide, 20 inch rims all on my ride Buck inside looking live, got a word roll that'll blow a n***a mind Stocks and bonds 401's, mutual funds and I just begun But I'm still like Nelly that's number one, uh-oh better back-back here we come Me and Trae done make a way, gotta get paid like Em and Dre And I am whatever you say, doing my thing till I'm old and grey Grey and old I know you know, if you wanna throw how gotta beat Kepoe And when I'm chose I'm wrecking shows, better hold down the booth I'm about to blow Boosting up Houston's side of music, y'all know how we do it piled up on tuners Eyes all buck sipping orange juice, with Nick At Night like I Love Lucy Now po' the Crys' cause I'm in this b**h, celebrate the South on this one hit Heard it was do' that I got to get, now watch and see who the baddest chick [Hook - 2x] [Jay'Ton] It's Jay'Ton finna late night creep, n***as bump they gum finna lose they teeth Why a n***a wanna f** around with these G's, S-L-A-B climbing up the tree Headed to the top letting off shots, through the parking lot f** that sh** we don't bar the cops, walk around strapped with a loaded Glock If you wanna fight me what you talking bout, gotta set this off for my partna Shot We two deep swinging up and down the block, with yellow bone hoes all on my jock It never stop we mashing on, sitting sideways when I'm on the chrome Pimping my pen coming out the dome, me and my click keep rolling on [Pharoah] I be Pharoah from Street Miltary Military of the streets n***a we k**as I done hooked up with a mob of Guerillas To make me a lil' more scrilla Running up on a motherf**er for the kilos If you don't give it up you's a dead man Shoot em down to the ground with hollow tip rounds With a flame draped up in the red clan It don't stop I'ma bleed the block Represent South Park to the heart MLK Boulevard Cause I be the n***a that'll be f**ing em up Doing hoe a** n***as bad pulling they card Me and my n***a 2, be sweeping through the hood Trying to see what's up on the loot In a Oldsmobile with a big old grill We roll real in a hot pursuit I got's to shoot loving the game To the world everytime I get down S-L-A-B Slow Loud And Bangin, bringing platinum hit sounds I'ma cause mo' drama than Osama, when I get to blasting shots And dropping bombs and stepping on the gas Never looking back straight mashing on [Mr. 3-2] Rack em up dump em down, I'm the Boss of H-Town Screwed Up underground, I got hoes in lost and found G-O-V, n***a it's Street Game forever All in your face, I'm genuine like leather Boss Man Pimp Chris, stacking big faces Me and Fat Ceddy, is on rotations Understand this here, I'm the playa of the year No man I fear, f** sipping on beer [Hook - 2x]