Yeah, Still running, We on them Vamp Hours
Like in the old wood room at Screw house
Parking lot pimpin'
Carro got the South Main lit
I'm hold the wood grain and working the bumper kit
Yeah, I never would forget when cornbreads was the s**t
We pullin' up lookin' good and ridin' down on a b***h
I'm a vet
Nothin' like a amateur
Skatin' on these haters' all motherfuckin' calendar
Late night driftin', vent motor shiftin'
Smash on the gas and the ass is liftin'
On a late night
Cocaine white GT got the roof gone
Red bees on the trunk, V12 motor strong
Late night fuckin' your bitch, the screw tape on
Tap, tap, facin' my lap all the way home
Michael, Kiley, hit her with that d**k bone
I tap, tap that ass, and then we get her back on
Last one to bed, but be the first one to wake up
With my eyes half open I can still bag the cake up
Man, it's so, it's so screw, so right, and so, know I'm sayin'?
Man, it's just that, know what I'm talkin' 'bout, on a late night
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Trafficking, cocaine smuggling and real murder
Houston ain't just pretty hoes, turkey legs and Trillburgers
Ask about me, I betcha they say he real thorough
I'm a real trapping thats foreign car whipping wheel turning
The favorite wicked G, I come up right off the block
When I sold out, poured a line, hit the gambling shack off of Scott
Poppin' up with all the other street niggas talkin' 'bout guap
Strippin' b***h say she 'bout to get off, come hit the twat
She hot
I used to be at Club Unique doin' freestyle battles
Then I did the roll call on The Box with Mad Hatter
Next I did Just Jokin', then it was stadium bowl
Jewelry had my body froze as I'm hoppin' out the Rolls
But these days, you can catch me eatin' at the Palm
Takin' shots back to back with the Mo City Don
I was born in H-Town, so it's swangas on my chevys
And when we left Screwhouse, we went straight to Ms Betty
And it was late at night
