Niggaz better see a nigga roll
Starched down and I'm rollin on 8-4's
Swang, and I swang, and I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk down M-L-K
I'ma swang, I'ma swing my slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about
So Houston Texas gott to be felt
I'ma vet so its automatic when I be swangin my wide frame
4 4, s to 24's I'm subject to glide man
Like a pimp without the limp I'm still so fly when I slide man
Plus I'm lethal fully loaded ain't no takin my ride man
We gangsta and it ain't to much you can do to stop us
Dont try to knock us cause these diamonds got boppers tryna jock us
We the best at what we gon be and these haters know it
So haters hate us to death and I know cause these haters show it
I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin
And for them jackers thinkin fly just picture what I be holdin
Them hollow points'll make you picture just how fast they be foldin
A few of them have ya leakin till your dead or your swollen
But still I ride like the law, floatin above everything
I'm Screwed Up Click till its over nigga fresh of the chain
Peep the slang
I'ma swang, and a swang, and a swang to the left
Pop my trunk for Fat Pats Death
I would give my last breath if I could bring you back, bring Screw back
Matta fact, bring the whole crew back
Only God can do that so I'ma leave it alone, moving on
Groovin' to this soothing song, I'm cruising along
Still got a Screw tape on, still in the zone
Wishing Cory Blunt was home, riding on chrome
Banging with my bub lights on, riding home
SouthEast of the astrodome, i'm Fat Pats clone
His legacy carry's on-his heart beat pumps to my flesh and bone
Flippin with Trae, mobbin down M-L-K
He's blue over gray I'm tippin 7 duece today
It's Dub-K chiefin' on some love-ly
And we on the boulevard actin' ugly we goin'...
[Trae
A.B.N. IS my type of nature
My understandin is nuttin
Stacks in the back of a lac on this glass you finda see me struttin
Cutting corners on a daily basis
Move fast like kanye west samples when I be chacin faces
I'm known to tip like a waiter when i be leanin to the left
I roll the city through the dark with a fifth on bumpers and belts
Or maybe in the impala 67 chevy be spinnin
Invisible set display everytime they catching me grinnin
Off in they face it ain't too much that they can do to a G
But try to hate me every second due to the fact who I be
And it don't bother me cause I still be choppin my game
Just don't come off the side of my range I might be leavin a stain
Whether my slab or beam niggaz gon respect to be gangsta
T-shirt and dickies plus these kicks that i lace up for you wankstas
Everydays still the same I be slow loud when I bang
And thanks to Screw and P.A.T we got em diggin our slang
Love it man, love it man, love it man...