[Hook - 2x]
We gone swang, lane to lane
Still gripping the wood grain, collecting my change
We gone swang, lane to lane
In the wide frame, on Fondren and Main
[Dougie D]
Fucking with G, the skating Escalade
Flossing all through the city, swanging from lane to lane
Gripping wooden grain, that`s the way we do it mayn
On a constant grind working jelly, collecting change
In a wide frame, big body overloading the road
Hogging the street, just like they always be out of control
Roll with us, or you bitches get rolled over
Ain`t no chip on my shoulder, I just got money to fold up
It`s the Dougie Deezie, off of the heezy please believe me
Gotta be keeping it greasy, for me to see the cheesy
Doing it like it go, and there`s one thing I know fa sho
We gon shine and gon hold, because the 3rd Coast is our home
[Trae]
See I`m a grain gripping, 83 swanger
Chromy glass, nigga you in danger
Got a sawed off, that`ll repaint you
In a wide body, like the Lone Ranger
I`ma stop and drop, when I wanna roll
I got a big four do`, with a big fo`-fo`
Sitting solo, Doug-O wrecked
Now Trae done backdo`
Ghetto superstar, menage tois
Candy paint, done wet up the car
Lane to lane, my drop`ll get raw
Running red lights, and don`t bar the law
Gotta get paid, stacking my change
Gripping the grain, gliding mayn
Turn out the back, and I`ma gon swang
Untamed, fin to do my thang
Now Trae done wrecked it, world respected
Out the Southside, of Houston Texas
Living wreckless, don`t neglect it
Moving on, and ain`t baring plexas
Bubble eyed, fin to lead the way
Diamonds shining, like a heat wave
Back it up, `fore I blind your face
Slow Loud And Bangin`, fin to lead the race
[Hook - 2x]
[Jay`Ton]
I swing blocks, when I`m in the drop
Where the throwed bops, and the haters jock
It`s Jay`Ton on 84`s, Volvos fin to glide the road
I`m 16 all in your face, braided up and I`m out of sight
With a bad dyke on a motor bike, screened up lighting up the night
I`m blue red coming out the I, turning heads on the boulevard
My AK`ll make a nigga know, when I cock it back I`m fin to hit you hard
Southside fin to go get it, all about stacking a mill ticket
I`m still playa don`t get it twisted, sideways with the trunk lifted
[Lil` B]
The window tinter, wood grain gripper
Wet candy paint, and a chrome pistol
Eyes on me, like a thoed stripper
Showing naked, better take a picture
On the boulevard we don`t guard
84`s and vogues, down to South Park
Cause I`m Lil` B, and I don`t barge
Slow Loud And Bangin`, we`ll pull your car
That`s on the Lord, we`ll leave a stain
Hogging lanes, in a wide frame
With my nigga too, all against the grain
On the Dirty South, is where we gon swang
Riding two deep, or solo
Platinum FUBU, or Polo
With a bad hoe, rocking J-Lo
Skating up the block, I`m crawling slow
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
Solid, as a rock
Profiling in the turning lane, banging down your block
Hell naw it just don`t stop, matter fact it never slow down
When I`m in the kitchen whipping, my prices tend to go down
Then I dog my Intrepid, mash on the gas on down to the flo`
Till I hit my block and set up shop, anything you need come to the Ro
Might got prices on my head but I`m not scared, I`m gon shine
Relaxing in Rolls Royces, attempting to pass time
I be smoking on that stink, had to retire from that ink
Cause you just can`t think, when your mind goes blank
Full tank of unleaded, then I`m head to Probilla
Fucking with that Big Mello, because my click require killas
You ain`t gotta holla at me, when you see me outside
Cause when I go to my ride, I got your woman inside
She got her mouth open wide, ready for me to drop it in
My shine is unstoppable, but you wanna stop it here we go again
[Hook - 4x]
