Freestyle - DJ Screw

That nigga Big Ass Moe

Chilling with my partner named D-Mo

It’s on his birthday we coming through

In a nigga’s trunk is a nigga named Screw

And I got that boy Key-C in here

And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear

And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea

Coming out the 3, cutting hairs

With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe

I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho

I’m up on this tape, never gonna hate

I’ma come through bouncing on a scraping plate

I’m gonna smoke some fucking blunts

Pop the fucking trunk, the

Neon lights gonna come

Coming down the 'vard

Acting hard, not fraud

Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad

Automatic ho, gotta yella ho

Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock, I roll

I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam

I’m at IHOP eatin' some breakfast and some yams

My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib

I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals

I’m just kinda fried, I don’t know why

I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking «why?»

It’s them boys off that Long Drive

That nigga D-Mo

Getting crunk on tha real-a

I’m a nigga be smoking that killa

Because we know we coming down and

A nigga feel so trilla

Cause I’m coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo

I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe

Man let me get my shit right

Cause I’m not gone be the one to fall off

Cause I know I’m gonna be the one

To take a fucking loss

26, up in this bitch: be jamming

Niggas coming down pop trunks just slamming

Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades

Niggas staying on me cause they wanna get paid

Everybody late and I’mma just gon' play

And bitches be tripping

Cause they don’t wanna ever stay

Down with a nigga when a nigga’s doin bad

So I get my cash and I act mad

I mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac

A nigga coming down with blue and purple

Coming down with the 5th in the back

And I’m feelin so true

Got much love for my nigga named Screw

The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan

I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him

He broke em all down and we all got high

And niggas don’t be tripping, don’t

Be doin no drive-bys

Cause we don’t gangbang, don’t wear blue or red

We like that fucking green and paper’s what I said

Big Moe wassup, in this bitch

And this nigga’s singing

Coming through just like hell

The bells are ringing

Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store

Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo

It’s that nigga, nigga named M-o-e

I represent that Southside, yeah the 3

Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive

You know we stayin playa made

You know we gotta strive

To the T-o-p, that’s the top man

I’ma come through nigga down to bring the pain

If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know

We comin down bald fades, not afros

Now we chilling, now we just leaning

And we coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and

Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird

And you know we just hooked up on some syrup

Now you know we gone, going real strong

I’m thinking riding far, I’m thinking riding long

Drop, roll, barre: that’s what I want

I’m coming on down jamming with that P-phone

I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming

And you know we smoke weed

We don’t fuck with embalming

Cause that shit bad for a G like me

I guess I represent Southside: lil' Key-C

I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes

And you know what everybody higher than a kite

Or they just leaning in they seat

Smoking swisher sweets

Want some fucking crack

Gon' and hit me on my beep

A-I-R, sipping on the barre

Nigga you don’t understand

Nigga in our car

Got 4 TV’s all up in the seats

And I splits down nothing but them Swisher Sweets

I’m just what reclining

Nigga bumper climbing

Man what’s up in my mouth you see them diamonds

Yeah everybody like «beware the night»

I’m a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act scythe

Gone break them hoes off

Gone represent the South

I’ma come through drinking lean

And I ain’t gonna cough

I’mma let them boys know how far I can go

I’ma just wreck down on the fucking down low

Keep my shit out they motherfucking mouth

Because they be running

I’m just gon' chill for a while

Cause they know I’m coming

I’m coming with something, looking kinda throwed

I’m coming down riding with my partners, fuck a ho

Those hoes be out to get you, for everything

But I’m out there trying to come up and swang

Or chop up on some blades

I keep a tight fade

And you know I’m always on my paper chase

Always get my green, always on my lean

Me and Poyo finne pop up on the scene

In a classic seat

Yeah that’s a Jeep

And you know what

We finne score a fucking Ki'

So guess what, I open my dresser drawer

Fendi jeans and a Ki', that’s what I saw

I saw a bunch of shit, now I be legit

I’m just in the game

And the Key-C ain’t gonna quit

I’m steady steady hustling

Steady steady struggling

Boys don’t know and I’m tired of mean-mugging

So I get my nine out cause they got some static

Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic

Flem got the 40

He gone get rowdy

And ya don’t want that shit

Cause it’s gon' be naughty, by nature

Fuck a player hater

I’mma come through

And you know I’m down to spray ya

Let them boys know, in here with the Yungstar

And he finne flow, and he

Ain’t no fucking punksta

So I’m finne pass it

Hopping like a rabbit

Man I’m coming through, got paper, gotta have it

Under my damn bed

Man I’m flipping red

If I get caught with keys, I’m going fed

But that ain’t on my mind

No I’m not thinking about 9

I’m thinking 'bout 18

Man it’s my time

To pop up on the scene

And show my fucking naked

Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it

In a damn line

Pop trunk, surround

Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down

Diamonds in our grill

Tell me how ya feel

Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold grills

The shit don’t stop

Tha hoes gonna bop

Cause we gon' come through and we got hard rock

Yep, always looking

Hooked up with the clay, always cooking

Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen

Give me nine ounces

Lemme get up on a mission

Make my damn green

So I can be like you

We just in this bitch

Chilling with my partner Screw

Finne to give it to this boy

Going flip his tounge

Man go on, go on, go strong

I’m gonna bring young G in on this mic

His name is Yungstar

You know that he’s rolling tight

I’m gonna bring him in and I’m coming down

I’m coming down, pop trunk, I’m out that H-town

Out H-town, showing surround by sound

Yesterday y’all got mad when I shown nothing but round

I’m talking shit they didn’t like, riding marble white

I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike

I’m talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by Versace

Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me

As I slow the beat down, see the diamond face crown

Wrecking whole H-town, coming through and we down

With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis

Break 'em off for D-Mo, it’s his birthday and that Key-C

On that Long Drive, order baked potato with chives

I’m gone come through, watch that boy, gots to go live

Yes I’m going off, cause I gots to go man

Watch I come through

Watch I throw the West with my hand

Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump

I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb

Boys steady swerving

Picking 'em up at Sterling

Gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns

And they carved in stone, I can go on

I can just flow gripping on a mobile phone

It’s tha Poterola, I’m a money folder

Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder

Grippin' on tha grain

Cause so much pain

To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin' with the grain

Watch they see me as I pop and I shine

I’ma break 'em off see that 5th just recline

Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl

TV/VCR, lay back on recliner

And they just mad

Draped an dripped in that Caddy

Hoes get mad cause I ain’t no mack daddy

Gotta flip my tounge, yes be leaving them sprung

Toss 'em off the lakes

Bust some shit out some lung

Don’t know how it’s going, Yungstar’s still flowing

Flipping with Poyo, and his

Trunk is steady glowing

See that boy me and Poo, he’s steady jamming Screw

Two-tone, blades

Sipping, rolling with the whole crew

Yes that, Screw you, he’s a diesel

Boy had a seizure

It’s that '96, Keke locked, we gon' please ya

Gots to wreck shop, '96, I ain’t gon' stop it

Gots to come through at that beach we gon' drop it

I ain’t gonna even play

I’m thinking the MLK

I might just flip a four

Get crazed, sip Tangueray

Or be on the flip phone

These hoes be on my bone

I might just come with marble

Just to switch to Teflon

These hoes be on my zipper

I’m bald fade with the clippers

I might just come with Bourbon

I might just go and get a wood strip

I gots to go down

I gots to just wreck it

And when I come through

Everybody wanna try to neglect

They try to talk down

Because I gots to go through the dark

I see that boy Gregg & Wood

Lost in that East Clark

He’s on lock, I ain’t forgot

That Yungstar wreck the mic

That Screw done wrecked it up

So you know they ain’t gone like

How we did it, it’s that boy’s b-day

I can’t (what) play

Gots to sip that Tangueray

I’ma still fool

From tha Southside

We don’t bang bang, yes my mouth is what dry

I’m gon wreck shop

Gots to send it to that Miller

Boys dead and gone

Yes I’m a born thriller

Gots to watch the scandal

Shop at that Randall

Hit that fuckin beach, with that what, Nike sandals

Got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowing sweet

Them hoes be on my dick

Be blowin up it get so neat

Don’t settle for less

These hoes gon try to impress

That’s why I break em off

Then go buy a new pair of Guess

I hit that Sterling, that Mervyn

Them hoes they don’t know me

I might holla at Pokey

Or go and get that 40

Them boys be steady doin it

Knockin off the unit

Hit that big bay

We ain’t dip it in embalming fluid

Dripped and we draped out

Know what I talkin bout

You don’t see my diamonds

Cause them boys be just be comin out

I’m a take and break the mic

Yes that grip dun got me goin

Yung’s steady flowin

And I’m steady what blowin

Gots to pass it that Po-yo

Cause that boy gon' wreck shop, watch me do it

This ain’t '94 ho

Yeah yeah

Chillin with my boy on his birthday

I’m that young G, yeah M-o-e

Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey

Hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone

You know he’s comin through with

A pocket full of chrome

A nigga on a mission, steady in the kitchen

Pump steady itchin', boy’s steady wishin'

Talkin down on a nigga' name

I’ma hit the boulevard gripping wood grain

19's gon' be turning, got the wood sternin

Joe in the back got the chronic and it’s burning

Smoking chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo

Sippin on the 8, I dun left the po foe

I’mma come down sipping deuce

Let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice

Sitting sideways, boys in a daze

On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze

Maybe O’Jays, hoes be goin crazy

Some say I’m lazy, wanna have my baby

Ain’t gone get me locked down

I can’t get locked, hold my Glock

I’ma come down, hustling rocks on my block

Cause they gone pay, gonna make my feddi

Keep the beat steady drop

Your drop on the belly

Make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid

Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave

Me and Screw you, what you wanna do

Let me come down Po-yo got his crew

Got my whole click, got to come down

I’mma wave trunk, I’mma gon show surround

I’ma hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and Sprites

Riding in the 'burban, blades

And I popped up twice

Wood strip got gold, lettin' them boys know

Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes

Chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist

Dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris

Moving keys, lemme chop em down

In my safe I gotta key and a pound

Pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce

I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce

I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know

Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe

With that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women

Got to come through real sexy, not skinny

Don’t want no big fat bitch

Can’t let that ho ride with me on the switch

Gotta be playa, gotta be a star

Ima let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barre

We gone do it right, get a room

Later, ain’t no hater

Can’t fade her, hit the boulevard

When I bounce rocket skater

Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill

Let me come through pint bottle steady sealed

Sittin in my vault, cases got caught

Had to come down gotta partna named Walt

That’s that boy Walter, I done had a daughter

Rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter

It done got cold, money done unfold

Let me come down with a wood Momo

That’s the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill

House on the hill, got my mind on a mill

On a mission tryin to get rich

Down to hit a switch, let me come

Down aww boy nasty bitch

All up in my face, ridin got bass

Late night on the what Screw with the Grace

Actin bad with that Jut, Joe on the cut

Got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut

Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk

Boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin

That’s that boy Bird, rock 73rd

Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard

Got that Lil Three, and that

Mans off that Botany

Got that boy Joe thinking blades and Maserati

Got that screwzew, bangin behind tint

Windows tinted, I’ma slow up the speed limit

Let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em

Fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum

I gotta ride oh boy, gotta bring the noise

Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit

Some in Alabama, some down in Asia

I’m do it right move my cheese on my pager

Beats '18, 735 with screens

Teal green, I be shooting my machine

Like a trained marine, I’m on a

Mission with my rappin

When a nigga steppin, nigga ain’t no preppin

In my corner cause yous a goner

I’m smoking marijuana

Broke em off when I snatched my diploma

I walked across the stage

I turned the page, no more minimum wage

And my corner got paid

Kept feddi, kept it steady

My partna named Reggie

I’m 330, so niggas say I’m heavy

Hitin real hard, never did roid

Fat ass nigga, we’ll fuck a yella broad

Are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down

Swang and swangin, and my diamond

Gonna shine in my mouth

I’m from the South, what ya talkin bout

The haters rollin up so I got my Glock cocked

I ain’t no ho, letten em know, Im

Finne erupt like a volcano

Me and my partna Zano

Ron G, it’s that runna, steady smokin Gunja

I’m a come down bunch of money

Boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit

Boys wanna have it, breakin boys

Off 2 times dag nab it

Lemme hurt em, a hater hurter, on a mission

I gots to come down, knocked off a politician

Knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer

Now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer

Hooked up with some boys back in the game

Ima show them boys throw my

Picture in the frame

Ain’t gone be lame, a partna named Shane

Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain

Gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy

Got a bitch, yellow bone broad, yeah she happy

Watch that Mo-yo, finne solo

Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow

Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey

Ima comin out the Southside

Representing tha Three

I’m comin down playa made, and ya know I’m real

I’m down out the South, down to pop me a pill

I’m rollin wood grain, down that South main

I’m out the South ya know I’m down

Fuckin to bring the pain

Because we comin down and my

Little boys gone wreck

We comin down, yellow broads we

Puttin hoes in check

Yea we goin and the sweets are still burnin

Popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning

With tha cool and that Busta Rhymes

Hit that Po on that beeper

Down to score 9

Fixin to chop it up, now Im

Fresh up on tha block

Movin rock

Got my Glock cocked

Haters wanna stop but they can’t

Gotta keep a drank and I’m drivin

Boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin

In a three we, comin down bumper fall

We steady ballin

Haters steady callin my name

I’m in this game with the birds

Have you fuckin heard

Comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup

What a gallon

Lookin for a stallion

Comin down and I got the charm with medallion

And my damn fade, and them diamonds in my mouth

Fuckin with these boys

And we coming out the South

Flippin in a bus

Blades on 19's

Po comin through and we got tha four screens

With tha VCR

And we sippin barre

Comin down tinted up, new what car

Got the woodgrain

And you know I’m steady knockin

Trunk gone be poppin

Bumper unlockin

All you hear is Beep

And I’m comin down swangin

Comin down, let the top up it’s fixin to rainin

And I’m comin through and Im

Steady sittin sideways

My way, have to do it Friday

I’m comin, I’m comin ain’t gone lie, say I’m comin

Grill with tha woman

On tha block first and the leads steady pumpin

I ain’t gonna leave tha corner

Till I’m makin a mill plus

Boy comin through and them sixes be in a bus

Fuckin with that bird, yea we

Gettem for a gallon

And that man pulled and we what we…

I’m comin through in my hoo-doo

You know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw

We comin down, and you know we

Down to swang & bang

I’m out the South, that Big Moe

Should let my nuts hang

I don’t give a damn pop trunk I’m gone slam

I’m comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam

I’m coming through, banging Screw in my hoo-doo

I’m lettin that nigga Joe on the mic

I thought you niggas knew

Thought you niggas knew

Coming down in a candy hoo doo

Banging under that tint

Fixin to come down

And I got that dro scent

From that damn bam

I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail

Steady stackin my mail

Not in the tail

Watch me come thru and I’m just gonna what

Get fed t ro

Chevy, lookin heavy, comin down

And I gots to come down

Nigga just roll, lets just smoke

Watch me come down and I ain’t no fuckin joke

Steady comin crunk, rollin up the skunk

I done went to wreck when I

Pop tha fuckin trunk

Rollin 84's, nigga I’mma pro

Steppin' out, call me Haircut Joe

Cuttin on tha fros, holla at ya know

Watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin ho

Get he fuckin money

Like it ain’t funny take out a bank account

Like it’s just stunty

Like some damn magic, what the hell happened

Don’t take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappin

Nigga it’s the truth, charge it to the roof

A lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots

But they can’t step on that what nigga level

Watch me come through nigga Im

A just… man hold up

I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw

You know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo

We came through and we sippin

On that drank barre

We comin down lookin like playas and like stars

You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G

I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e

I came through, banging, screwed up in my hoo-doo

You know I’m comin reall

Partna then I think ya knew

That boy tha lean and fell on his head

We comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red

You gotta feel me, that boy comin through

I’m letten these boys wreck on the

Mic I thought you knew

I’m startin to stack it up cuz u know I got cute

Comin down chillin with my nigga named screw

Got my po yo to my kici

I got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe with me

We all goin fed, fuck goin ag

Niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag

We gotta make a livin

Me must confess we must get tha nigga

We comin down up with that hilfiger

Nigga know I’m real

I steady stay jammin Screw

I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew

My nigga Adrian

I got tha Haircut Joe

Flowin in tha bitch

It’s this nigga D-mo

My boy from the tre

They always pay late

I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay

My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed

That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor

He can’t handle shit, that nigga went down

Goin down real, on the Southside of town

We pimp we jammin screw

We comin jammin screw

And we comin with my niggas

And we be rollin with our crew

I got the nigga Yungstar from the South

Was wreckin this bitch

Comin down with cadillac

With big ol fuckin bumper kit

Comin down 5th wheel slammin

Ho just winnin

Nigga ain’t got a nigga but

Bitch I’m sayin it

Cause I fucked your mamma

I fucked your cousin

I fucked that bitch

And these niggas just a fussin

All on a nigga dick

Thinkin that a what niggaplayamade

Didn’t know I got a muthfuckin tight fade

From that Flem, or was it that

Joe, or was it that Jut

You know how it go

All my partnas cut, all my partnas tight

We gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight

And we can get blitz

And jam some Bone

And we can jam that Street

Military, nigga bring it on

And nigga, know you feel me

I know, I know I’m real

I’m comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grill

My diamonds steady gleaming

Bitches steady fiendin

Niggas comin' down, starchin'

Down on the scene and

Give this bitch back to that nigga Big Moe

I wanna hear this nigga sing

On my fuckin D bro

Chillin with my partna on his Bday

I done came through and a nigga raidin a trunk

I’m out the Southside I told

You hoes I’m not no punk

I’m comin real, I’m thinkin bout poppin pills

I stay on tha Leal, yall know the deal

I’m came through and ya know

I’m comin rollin hard

I represent that hood, yeah the Tre Ward

You know I’m comin clean

Starchin down the scene

I’m comin down sippin on that drank the codeine

Damn, chillin with my old school crew

That’s how we do, wearing Nike shoes

Big Po-yo

And a chain charm

And I gotta have clean Rolex on my arm

When I come through bladed up popped up

We gone come on down

All these hoes a nut

Niggas suck my dick

I’m down with my click

All that hatin shit, that shit ain’t even thick

That shit is kinda low

I never been a ho

Chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe

That boy be wreckin on them tapes gotta give him his props

I’m thinkin comin down

With a tight drop

With dem buck

I don’t give a fuck

All them fuckin haters you know they stuck

Cause I’m strapped with my 9

I’m strapped with a .40

Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy

Cock that bitch back, I’m steady sellin crack

I’m stuck in this game and nigga it’s like that

That’s how we doin do it down

Here, on the Southside

Watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride

Follow right behind, follow on up

We gone come down Benz and bladed up truck

All that shit, all that shit is good

And everything I have gotta be wood

All over, even in a Range Rover

I’m born and raised to be a young soldier

Call me a BG

But I’m scorin a key

You know I’m talkin about it’s that damn Kici

I’m down on my knees

I’m tryin to get on my feet

Cause I’m just steady sellin all the keys

Come through, BMW, i wanna come down 96 new

Or maybe 97, 24−7 I’m puttin in work

And then I got…

Man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it

Gone back up the flow Ima un ass it

I done came through after every boys flow

I’m that nigga Big Ass Moe

Steady jammin my music slow

I dun came done through with my crew

Pop trunk on that BMW

Steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs

I’m out the South a young G letten nuts hang

I bring another young G in on this mic

Hes called a Yungstar, hes comin so tight

Man bring me in

My skin is my sin

I’m thinking brand new, what, Benz

Off the showroom

Them hoes they come soon

I gots to sweep my friend, witha

Surprise like a broom

Every time they be hopin

I know they be scopin

I gots to break em off

Gots to leave they mouth open

Cause they gots to talk down

Scope and diamond grind

Watch I open up my trunk

Showin nuthin but surround

It’s all good

Yes they don’t know gots to strive

Baked potato and chive

When I’m hungrey hit that Long Drive

Pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter

I gots to come through

Straight draped watch em scatter

I hit that fuckin quarter, its

Gone be a slaughter

We draped and dripped out

Watch I bang with my daughter

Let the top down

I’m fresh off carceration we ain’t facin

We swanger we ain’t fadin got marble with playstation

In tha car, I’m sippin on barre, TV VCR

With the star

She come through, she know that I got car

I come thru with the station

Watch the boy gon rhyme

I got to do it all the time

I got to show the 6 X 9

Gots to show that I ain’t gon stop when I’m rhymin

I’m gon come thru

Watch that boy be reclinin

I’m wheel deelin

Strait pop a pillin

Kici ridin 60 that boy what diamond grillin

Them boys be locked up

Show what they talkin bout

When I come through

Watch that boy wreck the fuckin shop

Gotta leave it smokin

Cause this game ain’t jokin

Ima come through TV car wide open

Come and please get me

Watch I just spray

I’m gon oome on thru

Sippin like tha AK

Gotta clear tha block off

Tha Yungstar ain’t gone play

I gotsta come thru

Gotta borrow mary j

Gots to pop with tha clear

I bang in your ear

I shed so many tears

I bang R. Kelly or Aaliyah

Gots to drop tha top on belly

I’m sippin on jelly

I might just come through

Cause that boy be rockin steady

ESG is on lock

Them boys ain’t gone stop

Them boys be comin through

I’m sendin shouts to 2pac, and that Tyson

I’m dressin nice

I’m steady wreckin and ryhmin

I’m steady comin through, I’m layed

Back I’m still reclinin

I’m fuckin these hoes, they

Watchin these shows they sippin

On fours they roachin

I’m comin down steady aproachin

And watch that mic get smokin

Elite, I practice what I preach

Watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach

They speech on with that boy Po-yo

They don’t know, that D-mo

Fixin to break em off but he doin it slow

And that boy Moe, he steady hummin

Keke said he comin

I’m gone come through grill and woman

Poppin trunk with lady

I ain’t packing no 380

I might just come through

Movin back to the shady

I moved to Rosenberg

That shit ain’t what ya heard

I’ma stay in Southpark

Stayin down with the herd

Stayin down with the cattle

I shake, then I rattle

I might just come through

It’s all about that grain

Might be all what on ya lesson

Teachin I might be stressin

I gots to come through to

Young G’s I be stressin

17, Promethazine, creases in my jean

Pimpin', 6 screens

I’m comin through wreckin mic

Toting the weed I’m showin dope fiends

I ain’t got time for pointing no red dot

I’m just bustin'

I ain’t got time for no caps

I ain’t sipping no Robitussin

We sipping that barre

TV/VCR, we renting that car no destination

We come thru on incarceration

I’m fresh off playing Playstation

In the what hoo-doo

I ain’t sellin' no Zulu

I might just pop trunk now these

Hoes they doin' Voodoo

They wanna try to stick me

The foes want for 60

I’m might just come back

With Poyo instead of 50

Key-C is gonna shine

That boy Shaun reclined

I hit the Long Drive now it’s time I do mine

It’s time I just chill and lay back and sip a 8

I’m sittin' sideway

TV on tha scrape plate

They don’t hate when they see

We coming, we don’t fuss

We don’t even cuss

We swanga’s on the bus: Damn!