E.S.G. - Braids & Fades lyrics

(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'f**ing 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 n***a my dick hang low, so b**hes 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 n***a we bail in V-12, with a gray pieces on the bottom Underground tapes, we drop em, bu*ton bladez we chop em E.S.G. and Slim Thug so look here cuz you can't knock it (Chorus) Now when I come down I be blowing up the north And when I come down I be chucking up the south Swishahouse and Wreckshop don't stop, body rocking in the drop Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block Say what, the boppers bop, and uh, the choppers chop Swishahouse and Wreckshop not uh, we can't be stopped Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block Say what, the boppers bop, and uh, the choppers chop I heard you want proof, I heard you want that Michael Watts [Slim Thug] Well it's the Mr. Slim Thug straight off the north or down south See I floss, big body boss and represent Swishahouse Live on top top on my city and I sit on top of 4-4's I stay on top of my game, and lay on top of these hoes I be co*ked up on three, from Homestead to G.C It's R.I.P. to P-A-T cause ain't no plexing by me See Slim and E.S.G., stay playa made and get paid On the north with Gucci shades and keep a fresh set of braids From Gulf Bank to Cavalcade the north side ride pride See I'm loud on buck eyed as my drop top glide No we can't be denied, cause it's the Swishahouse time For 9-8 got on the grind and 9-9 I'ma shine The north and south done put it down, it's R.I.P. to all plex We'd rather roll fresh, G.S. Lexs with baguettes on our necks Ain't nothing but playas in Houston Tex, whether we got braids or fades Cause it don't matter where you from long as you trying to get paid (Chorus) [E.S.G.] 45 south, the interstate, get the weight the pyrex shake Trunk shake, break a scrap plate off that 2-88 [Slim Thug] And I'm, flossing off on that I-45 With Mario on my side, playing 9-9 Live [E.S.G.] Candy spray on top of the grey, ball and parlay we playa made We be shining, piece full of diamonds, reclining with a razor fade [Slim Thug] It's that Homestead till I'm dead, where boys ain't scared to go fed Roll candy blue and that red, with zig-zags in our head [E.S.G.] We drop the screen n***as, we looking clean n***as We gripping grain, swang and bang from South Main to Martin Luther King n***as [Slim Thug] From 5th Ward to Acres Home, is where I roam Where them thugs bout it, bout it got they hand on the chrome [E.S.G.] It's from the Clarke, to the Park, from the Tre to the Fo' Wreckshop and Swishahouse fin to shut the do's on the them hoes [E.S.G & Slim Thug] And uh, them boppers bop, see uh, the choppers chop Swishahouse and Wreckshop n***as know we can't be stopped (Chorus - 2x)