(talking)
Man, hold up, the best from the north
Done connected with the best from the south
Ha ha, Wreckshop and Swishahouse baby
Slim Thug and E.S.G. putting it all in your ma'fucking face
So no matter what you boys out there banging
KnowI'mtalkinbout, Michael Watts on the north
We banging Screw over here, ain't nothing but love baby
We come together to make this paper, gone show you
How it's going down for the 9-9 baby, like this
[E.S.G.]
Picture me balling while I be crawling in a hummer
See I be's a fool boy that's why I brought out my toy for the summer
Rolling my wineberry red, T.V.s behind my head
Since I signed down with Wreckshop, got all them haters scared
Now boppers turn they head when they see me popped up on fo's
Gray insides or buckhide with my suicide doors
Cop five G's a show, dropped two ki's of snow
Saran wrapped it in plastic so the F-E-D's won't know
Young nigga my dick hang low, so bitches watch this man wreck
You can blame it on the barre or the dame Xanax
Bumping our benz, blue lens, twenties spin I'm flexing
South Park, break jaws like Marshall Law do on Tekken
Wreckshop and Swishahouse wrecking, they say that can't nobody stop us
Nigga we bail in V-12, with a gray pieces on the bottom
Underground tapes, we drop em, button bladez we chop em
E.S.G. and Slim Thug so look here cuz you can't knock it
Man, hold up, the best from the north
Done connected with the best from the south
Ha ha, Wreckshop and Swishahouse baby
Slim Thug and E.S.G. putting it all in your ma'fucking face
So no matter what you boys out there banging
KnowI'mtalkinbout, Michael Watts on the north
We banging Screw over here, ain't nothing but love baby
We come together to make this paper, gone show you
How it's going down for the 9-9 baby, like this
[E.S.G.]
Picture me balling while I be crawling in a hummer
See I be's a fool boy that's why I brought out my toy for the summer
Rolling my wineberry red, T.V.s behind my head
Since I signed down with Wreckshop, got all them haters scared
Now boppers turn they head when they see me popped up on fo's
Gray insides or buckhide with my suicide doors
Cop five G's a show, dropped two ki's of snow
Saran wrapped it in plastic so the F-E-D's won't know
Young nigga my dick hang low, so bitches watch this man wreck
You can blame it on the barre or the dame Xanax
Bumping our benz, blue lens, twenties spin I'm flexing
South Park, break jaws like Marshall Law do on Tekken
Wreckshop and Swishahouse wrecking, they say that can't nobody stop us
Nigga we bail in V-12, with a gray pieces on the bottom
Underground tapes, we drop em, button bladez we chop em
E.S.G. and Slim Thug so look here cuz you can't knock it
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