ay i gots ta work my wood grain wheel
trunks steady bumpin
grillz steady comin
i takin off down the runway
broad day sunday
haters lookin at me
i ain't playin nuttin but gunplay
hand on the grain
while i'm swangin down the oneway
boppas everywhere
i see it'll be a fun day
i might as well stay up all night
'til it's monday
my shit will probably end up where my son stay
got baby momma drama
cause the bitch drivin a hyundai
and i got a rolls
g's up hoes - still down
'til i'm down watch me act a damn clown
? sit around makin muthafuckas frown
flippin through my town
tryin to see what the fucks up
boss city ballas
bitch niggas get your bucks up
i gotta king ranch
that'll make you put ya trunks up
lookin like them other boys ran all they luck up
damn 'sho can't touch us
we them true bosses
you know how we do it fool
we them holdin flosses
now i gots ta work my wood grain wheel
hand on the steel
cause them haters on my heels
make me a 'mil and done it before the deal
them other boys lyin
slim thugga speak the real
candy paint shinin
5th wheel reclinin
caddy goin topless
like them dancers at
boss
yea blindin
everybody lookin
and where i'm from
women ain't the only ones cookin
boys gettin paid
pushin caddy escalades
still roll vogues
used to roll blades
? braids in the phase
when we reppin for our side
and you ain't ridin slabs
if them ain't swangas on your ride
ready for whatever
if you think thugga scary
i'll unload the glock
if it get necessary
been legendary in the streets of the h
cause i stay ridin 4's
puttin candy in your face. mayne
this drink got me leanin
i ain't smoke all day so i'm fienin
i'm feelin like i'm livin and i'm livin like i'm dreamin
my candy slab gleamin
i pass with a flash
smashin the gas
? boyz on glass
swang like i'm bout to crash
then i hook the other way
make my slab sway
down here that's how we play
ridin down that mlk
chunkin dueces to that trae
niggas on the grind mayne
boys is on they j
i got diamons on my collar
shoes say prada
shades say the same
i'ma kill them on them mayne
while i'm workin wood grain
i'ma hogg on the road
i make 'em move around
like them laws on they roll
trunk steady hummin
you hear me when i'm comin
beat hittin hard
soundin like a drummer drummin
everyday i stay stuntin
ain't gon' to stop 'til i'm dead
on the northside we ride blue
not the red