[Hook] (x2)
On the boulevard, know we ain't fraud
On the boulevard, know we ain't fraud
On the, on the boulevard know we ain't fraud
[?] and you know I roll hard
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
True to the game hand full of grain
Go get them out french stacking my chain
Trunk full of bang white cup game
Paul Wall, baby I'm the motherf**ing mane
Trunk wave in the air I'm so player
Here go the po pos I don't even care
Threee times in a row slab of the year
Fifth wheel bow down time for a prayer
I'm slab god in the flesh I'm blessed
Cadillac on the crest nothing less
Blue ribbon on the bowtie so fresh
Your b**h on my nuts and you dissed
I'm a bopper heartbreaker
Elbows on my ankle
IPhone air poppin trunk like a pranker
Swing head like a homie , not a ranker
Off the head run up on you, you gon' meet your maker
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Purple sprite for my n***as
I don't sip, I sniff my n***as
I don't dance, I tip my n***a
Rolling hard solo my n***a
Mask on my face you know it
Eyes low my I'm high as showing
First cla** I'm bout to going
Pa** me that bottle I'm scoring
Light dro, f** a ho
These hoes ain't loyal you ain't know
I on my job like mom and them
Smoked out blowed out with my friends
Got this game on lock
Gun is co*ked
For your drama man
You wanna take my spot but you not
Things I will remain
[Hook]
[Verse 3: BeatKing]
Back then they didn't want me now I'm hot they all on me
Back then they didn't want me now I'm hot I toss a thot
In my partner house get the blunt to the head
Then I toss her out then I floss the drop
Trunk pop, gun co*k
Breaking the nig' tryna jump out
Still tippin' wood wheel grippin'
Getting head like Bill Clinton
Number bad ho's in my slab
If you ain't f**in, we can chill with you
Being rich five years and I'm still gettin'
She don't like but you gotta deal with them
Club God, H-Town, trill n***a
Polo f** the Hilfiger