wood grain wheel

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