| Yeah, they finna have a problem on this one mayn |
| H-Town representing, Screwed Up Click |
| You in here, with Trae the Truth mayn |
| I had to take em back, on this one |
| We gon throw this back for P-A-T, and DJ Screw |
| Mafio and Gator, it’s finna go down round here |
| You know we just getting started, Asshole By Nature |
| They know I’m here to bring it gangsta, when I’m sitting on something glass |
| I’m original Screwed Up Click, I don’t believe in moving fast |
| Catch me tipping on fo' 4's, with my trunk open and close |
| Them haters gon kill theyself, when I pull up in suicide do’s |
| 400 dollar loc’s on my face, with diamonds in my mouth |
| And I’m well acquainted with Johnny, bitch I’m shining in the South |
| No need to watch out for jackers, say homie I’m to the good |
| Not only because I’m strapped, but I kept it real with the hood |
| So it’s understood, when I pull out that block in the line |
| You see me rolling, with the top down |
| Thinking how I just got paid, pop trunk wave |
| Like I’m fresh out of Jack, in a drop that got sprayed |
| Just-just, got paid |
| Pop-pop, trunk wave |
| It ain’t no explaining off top, Trae fin to shine on em |
| If you ain’t holding, move out the way while I recline on em |
| I tend to get reckless, whenever my trunk get to rocking |
| I rearrange the neighborhood, when I’m pulling up knocking |
| I know these haters watching, but they bet not cross the line |
| D-Boy two cars behind, fin to put something across your mind |
| We might just swang em down, and show em how we rep in Tex' |
| A '94 version of Pat, now who the next to plex |
| They ain’t gon like it, when they get a taste of A.B.N. |
| Bubble lights, alligator insides yeah they gon hate me then |
| And I’m the truth, if you don’t like it come and see me homie |
| And if you doubt it, I can make you where you believe me homie |
| In a wide body, and I’m sitting so thoed |
| Fresh set of glass, so I’m hogging up the road |
| Diamonds on the wood, definition of gripping grain |
| So I threw in a throwback Screw, and let that motherfucker bang |
| I’m in a zone I boss when I floss, riding for the set |
| And this paint that you see on this whip, is classified as wet |
| And I bet that you gon respect it, 'fore it damage ya mayn |
| Cause running off at the mouth, will get your car ran dead out the lane |
| And that’s the bidness mayn, better respect a G 'fore he click |
| And I dropped the top the same time, I dropped the kit |
| And for the hate, I still swang and I swang and I swang to the left |
| Pop my trunk, yep-yep-yep-yeeep |
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