Well, I'm a stout -ass, but those southern -style gumbo pimp, I eat jumbo shrimp, make a dumb
hoe limp, cause her back broke up, back to the track for that polka, pay for the sack
your back smoke up, now that's gangsta, live and effective, crystal clear, got to keep
your pistol here, cause Texas don't play, don't smile, don't joke, we stank for a nick -axe
frog and get croaked with a buck, blast, buck -blast, you're groupless, and then they say, damn
they groupless, northside, southside, we don't care, we don't say no to money, we too busy
staying here, flip candy to schools, weddings, malls, million -dollar concert and hoes in
the wall, all haters better peep like thong, cause my clique, my city shit, even my baby
gon' slug it up, every day of the month, anything I swing, gotta have bang in the trunk,
we gon' slug it up, till I'm dead and gone, everything I drive, gotta be sitting on chrome,
we gon' slug it up, like a underground king, drop screens, visiting, and my creased -up jeans,
we gon' slug it up, man, slug it up, slug it up, wah, wah, man, I'ma slug it up, escalate,
dub it up, P .A .G. getting paid, big mouth, plug it up, might as well shut it up, get out of line,
slug it up, codeine in the club, diamonds bling, princess plug, now what's up this year,
say the rap gang changed, no more rapping about cars, and iced -out chains, boss must be insane,
real hustlers gon' get it, how the hell you gon' live it, money shouted in the mention,
better get some old digits, to talk about this, no more clubs and now Cali, see walking to this,
east coast to west, midwest to text, independent Grammy nominated, now what's next,
dirty style, get respect, we started them slangs, screaming parking lot,
pacific sir, we back, spit flames, staining brains, we ain't new to this game,
R .I .P. to Jesus, Judas for the thug and you, man, we gon' slug it up, every day of the month,
anything I slang, gotta have a bang in the trunk, we gon' slug it up, till I'm dead and gone,
everything I drive, gotta be sitting on cones, we gon' slug it up, like an underground king,
drop screens, visiting, in my creased up jeans, we gon' slug it up, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma slug
it up, with ESG and Bun B, sipping on some Dun P, in the stretch, I'm beating, now come see,
the three, best they never is, thug dotting hits, with white T's on our chests, oh yes,
them thugs, change the code of the club, cause when I pull up on thugs, I get nothing but love,
I hit the bar, make the whole crowd think I'm a star, cause I blow more on more,
than you blow on your car, by far, for sure, I'm the opposite of Poe, the most ghetto boy you know,
in the six double O, I move slow and sit low, native O elbow, feel four, on the floor,
trunk open and closed, we some Texas boys, and the Lexus toy, drive reckless down the bar,
when we come out hard, give us our card, don't let your mouth plug it up, cause me, ESG and Bun B,
gon' thug it up, we gon' slug it up, every day of the month, anything I swing, gotta have bang in
the trunk, we gon' slug it up, till I'm dead and gone, everything I drive, gotta be sitting on
cones, we gon' slug it up, like an underground king, drop screens, visiting, in my creased up
