Holl Up The Wreckshop Family (Ft. Mike Jones)

[Hook]
Hol' up (hol' up), we on Robatus'
We up in the lane, 22's on buck
Texas wreckless, iced out necklace
This is how we do it now, who's got plex

[A3]
Boom who am I, I'm the Tanker
Everyday all day, gotta keep it gangsta
Down in the Dirty 3rd, where the boys play ya
Jumped out the wide body, to the Navigator
Just got the Escalade stretched, making million dollar bets
Eddy got my candy looking, dripping-dripping wet
I ain't tripping, never caught slipping
In the fo-do' lane switching, yeah I'm dipping
Hop and I'm skipping, yellow broad pimping
Jumped out starched jeans, J's and I'm limping
Flossing in Austin, Dallas, Laffeyette
ATL, Arkansas, Mississippi keep Screw up in they deck

[Hook - 2x]

[Mike Jones]
I got 22's and up, on my car and truck
Even though I'm behind tint, you still see my princess cuts
Because I hit the block and I grind daily, that's why I've been shining lately
No time to wine baby, if you wanna shine baby
22's when I roll up, big dollar signs I'ma fold up
That real drank I'ma po' up, in seven months I blowed up
Wreckshop-Swishahouse, when we talk close your mouth
Major without a major deal, we the hottest in the South
If it ain't purple stuff, don't put it in my cup
When "Who Is Mike Jones" drop, I'ma sew the game up
No time to play around, I hit the lab and I lay it down
I open mouth platinum smile, cause I got the platinum sound