Southside Pop Trunks E.S.G. (TX) (Ft. Big T)

[Big T]
Wanna be a baller, no that's old
Got some'ing brand new, for the two triple 0
To the six this is it, still balling in the mix
E.S.G. and Big T, still trying to get rich
But let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huh
We want your mind, to blow
We gonna, swang for you
Ain't nothing but a, G ride
We gonna bang for you
Ain't nothing but a, G ride
Southside pop trunk, that's what we do
While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah
I'm just a hustler, from the Southside yeah
And I'm gonna pop my roof, and chunk the deuce

(*scratching*)
'64 Cheve, in my yard
White drop top, pearl paint job is hard
In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open
In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open

[E.S.G.]
Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God
I don't know, but today seem kinda odd
Cause last month, my baby mama keyed my car
Today I'm ready to mob, got my new paint job
Louisiana-Texas thug, last night we wrecked the club
Early morning hang over, let's hit the breakfast club
Get the wings and waffles, or the fish and the grits
Grab a toothpick get the drank mix, then hop in that six
Six Lincoln just thinking, dro stinking
My leather seats sinking, blue lights blinking
The boppers winking, but I'm chunking up the deuce
Like magicians do, hit the buttons and poof goes the roof whoa