[Hook] Oh no, there go them Texas boys swanging in a fo' do' Top still of the drop, but I moved to 24's Think of taking my slab, haters I don't think so Cause if you run up on me, I'll be forced to let go Doing it like a G, and that's all that I'ma show My trunk done popped up, and I suicided my do's These haters be in my mix, and these boppers still on my dick When I'm coming, around they corner [Paul Wall] I'm from the City of Syrup, and the land of the fry Where boys water out they brain, and make they confidence rise When I wake up in the morning, and the sun in the sky Another day another chance, to get my piece of the pie But robbing season come around, whenever the drought kick in It's guaranteed they coming for me, but I don't know when I gotta stay up on my note, or I'm paying a cost Get caught slipping in the turning lane, I'm taking a loss Boys be plotting on my riches, trying to get what I got But if you run up on me at the light, you gon get shot You gotta watch out for these females, cause they out there too You think they flirting with you, but you really ain't got a clue Cause boys be stunting in the parking lot, thinking they cool But when they make out the police report, they feel like a fool It's Paul Wall I'm in this, for counting stacks Evading the car jack, but Trae got my back so haters back-back [Hook] [Trae] In a 4-4 I still be swanging in a drop, trying to miss these haters 24/7 like I'm a G, that for cheddar after my paper Boppers riding me on the daily, like I'm unable to peep out they law Try to take me up out of my slab, and watch how fast I clear the block out Diamonds all in my grill, I hit the lot and my slab topless And I'm something like a profit, when they see the 24's moving stopless Turning heads on a daily basis, with a trunk that'll beat your back If you want it come get it, hollow tips and my clip ain't having that Paul Wall what they talking bout, I've been ready for them hating jackers They got Trae wrong, I'ma show em the definition of a busting backer They've been waiting to catch me slipping, they tripping I'm from the gutter With a semi-automatic, make joning be making em stutter In Houston we bout that drama, where roaches be on the creep Everything we ride on be chrome, with at least 20 inches of feet Oh no, there go them boys and they pulling out in that line With a nine strapped to they spine, for whatever be going down [Hook] [Trae] I'm trying to shine, everyday on the grind I'm feeling like it's my time, since haters be out of line It's time to reload, and put it all in they face For hopping out of they place, gorillas never been safe When they bout to explode, everyday on the grind I'm feeling like it's my time, since haters be out of line It's time to relooooad, it's time to relooooad [Hook]