
Date of issue: 15.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wreckless Entertainment
Freestyle |
That nigga Big Ass Moe |
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo |
It’s on his birthday we coming through |
In a nigga’s trunk is a nigga named Screw |
And I got that boy Key-C in here |
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear |
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea |
Coming out the 3, cutting hairs |
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe |
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho |
I’m up on this tape, never gonna hate |
I’ma come through bouncing on a scraping plate |
I’m gonna smoke some fucking blunts |
Pop the fucking trunk, the |
Neon lights gonna come |
Coming down the 'vard |
Acting hard, not fraud |
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad |
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho |
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock, I roll |
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam |
I’m at IHOP eatin' some breakfast and some yams |
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib |
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals |
I’m just kinda fried, I don’t know why |
I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking «why?» |
It’s them boys off that Long Drive |
That nigga D-Mo |
Getting crunk on tha real-a |
I’m a nigga be smoking that killa |
Because we know we coming down and |
A nigga feel so trilla |
Cause I’m coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo |
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe |
Man let me get my shit right |
Cause I’m not gone be the one to fall off |
Cause I know I’m gonna be the one |
To take a fucking loss |
26, up in this bitch: be jamming |
Niggas coming down pop trunks just slamming |
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades |
Niggas staying on me cause they wanna get paid |
Everybody late and I’mma just gon' play |
And bitches be tripping |
Cause they don’t wanna ever stay |
Down with a nigga when a nigga’s doin bad |
So I get my cash and I act mad |
I mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac |
A nigga coming down with blue and purple |
Coming down with the 5th in the back |
And I’m feelin so true |
Got much love for my nigga named Screw |
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan |
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him |
He broke em all down and we all got high |
And niggas don’t be tripping, don’t |
Be doin no drive-bys |
Cause we don’t gangbang, don’t wear blue or red |
We like that fucking green and paper’s what I said |
Big Moe wassup, in this bitch |
And this nigga’s singing |
Coming through just like hell |
The bells are ringing |
Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store |
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo |
It’s that nigga, nigga named M-o-e |
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 |
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive |
You know we stayin playa made |
You know we gotta strive |
To the T-o-p, that’s the top man |
I’ma come through nigga down to bring the pain |
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know |
We comin down bald fades, not afros |
Now we chilling, now we just leaning |
And we coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and |
Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird |
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup |
Now you know we gone, going real strong |
I’m thinking riding far, I’m thinking riding long |
Drop, roll, barre: that’s what I want |
I’m coming on down jamming with that P-phone |
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming |
And you know we smoke weed |
We don’t fuck with embalming |
Cause that shit bad for a G like me |
I guess I represent Southside: lil' Key-C |
I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes |
And you know what everybody higher than a kite |
Or they just leaning in they seat |
Smoking swisher sweets |
Want some fucking crack |
Gon' and hit me on my beep |
A-I-R, sipping on the barre |
Nigga you don’t understand |
Nigga in our car |
Got 4 TV’s all up in the seats |
And I splits down nothing but them Swisher Sweets |
I’m just what reclining |
Nigga bumper climbing |
Man what’s up in my mouth you see them diamonds |
Yeah everybody like «beware the night» |
I’m a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act scythe |
Gone break them hoes off |
Gone represent the South |
I’ma come through drinking lean |
And I ain’t gonna cough |
I’mma let them boys know how far I can go |
I’ma just wreck down on the fucking down low |
Keep my shit out they motherfucking mouth |
Because they be running |
I’m just gon' chill for a while |
Cause they know I’m coming |
I’m coming with something, looking kinda throwed |
I’m coming down riding with my partners, fuck a ho |
Those hoes be out to get you, for everything |
But I’m out there trying to come up and swang |
Or chop up on some blades |
I keep a tight fade |
And you know I’m always on my paper chase |
Always get my green, always on my lean |
Me and Poyo finne pop up on the scene |
In a classic seat |
Yeah that’s a Jeep |
And you know what |
We finne score a fucking Ki' |
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer |
Fendi jeans and a Ki', that’s what I saw |
I saw a bunch of shit, now I be legit |
I’m just in the game |
And the Key-C ain’t gonna quit |
I’m steady steady hustling |
Steady steady struggling |
Boys don’t know and I’m tired of mean-mugging |
So I get my nine out cause they got some static |
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic |
Flem got the 40 |
He gone get rowdy |
And ya don’t want that shit |
Cause it’s gon' be naughty, by nature |
Fuck a player hater |
I’mma come through |
And you know I’m down to spray ya |
Let them boys know, in here with the Yungstar |
And he finne flow, and he |
Ain’t no fucking punksta |
So I’m finne pass it |
Hopping like a rabbit |
Man I’m coming through, got paper, gotta have it |
Under my damn bed |
Man I’m flipping red |
If I get caught with keys, I’m going fed |
But that ain’t on my mind |
No I’m not thinking about 9 |
I’m thinking 'bout 18 |
Man it’s my time |
To pop up on the scene |
And show my fucking naked |
Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it |
In a damn line |
Pop trunk, surround |
Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down |
Diamonds in our grill |
Tell me how ya feel |
Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold grills |
The shit don’t stop |
Tha hoes gonna bop |
Cause we gon' come through and we got hard rock |
Yep, always looking |
Hooked up with the clay, always cooking |
Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen |
Give me nine ounces |
Lemme get up on a mission |
Make my damn green |
So I can be like you |
We just in this bitch |
Chilling with my partner Screw |
Finne to give it to this boy |
Going flip his tounge |
Man go on, go on, go strong |
I’m gonna bring young G in on this mic |
His name is Yungstar |
You know that he’s rolling tight |
I’m gonna bring him in and I’m coming down |
I’m coming down, pop trunk, I’m out that H-town |
Out H-town, showing surround by sound |
Yesterday y’all got mad when I shown nothing but round |
I’m talking shit they didn’t like, riding marble white |
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike |
I’m talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by Versace |
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me |
As I slow the beat down, see the diamond face crown |
Wrecking whole H-town, coming through and we down |
With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis |
Break 'em off for D-Mo, it’s his birthday and that Key-C |
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with chives |
I’m gone come through, watch that boy, gots to go live |
Yes I’m going off, cause I gots to go man |
Watch I come through |
Watch I throw the West with my hand |
Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump |
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb |
Boys steady swerving |
Picking 'em up at Sterling |
Gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns |
And they carved in stone, I can go on |
I can just flow gripping on a mobile phone |
It’s tha Poterola, I’m a money folder |
Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder |
Grippin' on tha grain |
Cause so much pain |
To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin' with the grain |
Watch they see me as I pop and I shine |
I’ma break 'em off see that 5th just recline |
Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl |
TV/VCR, lay back on recliner |
And they just mad |
Draped an dripped in that Caddy |
Hoes get mad cause I ain’t no mack daddy |
Gotta flip my tounge, yes be leaving them sprung |
Toss 'em off the lakes |
Bust some shit out some lung |
Don’t know how it’s going, Yungstar’s still flowing |
Flipping with Poyo, and his |
Trunk is steady glowing |
See that boy me and Poo, he’s steady jamming Screw |
Two-tone, blades |
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew |
Yes that, Screw you, he’s a diesel |
Boy had a seizure |
It’s that '96, Keke locked, we gon' please ya |
Gots to wreck shop, '96, I ain’t gon' stop it |
Gots to come through at that beach we gon' drop it |
I ain’t gonna even play |
I’m thinking the MLK |
I might just flip a four |
Get crazed, sip Tangueray |
Or be on the flip phone |
These hoes be on my bone |
I might just come with marble |
Just to switch to Teflon |
These hoes be on my zipper |
I’m bald fade with the clippers |
I might just come with Bourbon |
I might just go and get a wood strip |
I gots to go down |
I gots to just wreck it |
And when I come through |
Everybody wanna try to neglect |
They try to talk down |
Because I gots to go through the dark |
I see that boy Gregg & Wood |
Lost in that East Clark |
He’s on lock, I ain’t forgot |
That Yungstar wreck the mic |
That Screw done wrecked it up |
So you know they ain’t gone like |
How we did it, it’s that boy’s b-day |
I can’t (what) play |
Gots to sip that Tangueray |
I’ma still fool |
From tha Southside |
We don’t bang bang, yes my mouth is what dry |
I’m gon wreck shop |
Gots to send it to that Miller |
Boys dead and gone |
Yes I’m a born thriller |
Gots to watch the scandal |
Shop at that Randall |
Hit that fuckin beach, with that what, Nike sandals |
Got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowing sweet |
Them hoes be on my dick |
Be blowin up it get so neat |
Don’t settle for less |
These hoes gon try to impress |
That’s why I break em off |
Then go buy a new pair of Guess |
I hit that Sterling, that Mervyn |
Them hoes they don’t know me |
I might holla at Pokey |
Or go and get that 40 |
Them boys be steady doin it |
Knockin off the unit |
Hit that big bay |
We ain’t dip it in embalming fluid |
Dripped and we draped out |
Know what I talkin bout |
You don’t see my diamonds |
Cause them boys be just be comin out |
I’m a take and break the mic |
Yes that grip dun got me goin |
Yung’s steady flowin |
And I’m steady what blowin |
Gots to pass it that Po-yo |
Cause that boy gon' wreck shop, watch me do it |
This ain’t '94 ho |
Yeah yeah |
Chillin with my boy on his birthday |
I’m that young G, yeah M-o-e |
Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey |
Hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone |
You know he’s comin through with |
A pocket full of chrome |
A nigga on a mission, steady in the kitchen |
Pump steady itchin', boy’s steady wishin' |
Talkin down on a nigga' name |
I’ma hit the boulevard gripping wood grain |
19's gon' be turning, got the wood sternin |
Joe in the back got the chronic and it’s burning |
Smoking chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo |
Sippin on the 8, I dun left the po foe |
I’mma come down sipping deuce |
Let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice |
Sitting sideways, boys in a daze |
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze |
Maybe O’Jays, hoes be goin crazy |
Some say I’m lazy, wanna have my baby |
Ain’t gone get me locked down |
I can’t get locked, hold my Glock |
I’ma come down, hustling rocks on my block |
Cause they gone pay, gonna make my feddi |
Keep the beat steady drop |
Your drop on the belly |
Make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid |
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave |
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do |
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew |
Got my whole click, got to come down |
I’mma wave trunk, I’mma gon show surround |
I’ma hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and Sprites |
Riding in the 'burban, blades |
And I popped up twice |
Wood strip got gold, lettin' them boys know |
Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes |
Chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist |
Dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris |
Moving keys, lemme chop em down |
In my safe I gotta key and a pound |
Pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce |
I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce |
I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know |
Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe |
With that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women |
Got to come through real sexy, not skinny |
Don’t want no big fat bitch |
Can’t let that ho ride with me on the switch |
Gotta be playa, gotta be a star |
Ima let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barre |
We gone do it right, get a room |
Later, ain’t no hater |
Can’t fade her, hit the boulevard |
When I bounce rocket skater |
Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill |
Let me come through pint bottle steady sealed |
Sittin in my vault, cases got caught |
Had to come down gotta partna named Walt |
That’s that boy Walter, I done had a daughter |
Rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter |
It done got cold, money done unfold |
Let me come down with a wood Momo |
That’s the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill |
House on the hill, got my mind on a mill |
On a mission tryin to get rich |
Down to hit a switch, let me come |
Down aww boy nasty bitch |
All up in my face, ridin got bass |
Late night on the what Screw with the Grace |
Actin bad with that Jut, Joe on the cut |
Got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut |
Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk |
Boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin |
That’s that boy Bird, rock 73rd |
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard |
Got that Lil Three, and that |
Mans off that Botany |
Got that boy Joe thinking blades and Maserati |
Got that screwzew, bangin behind tint |
Windows tinted, I’ma slow up the speed limit |
Let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em |
Fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum |
I gotta ride oh boy, gotta bring the noise |
Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit |
Some in Alabama, some down in Asia |
I’m do it right move my cheese on my pager |
Beats '18, 735 with screens |
Teal green, I be shooting my machine |
Like a trained marine, I’m on a |
Mission with my rappin |
When a nigga steppin, nigga ain’t no preppin |
In my corner cause yous a goner |
I’m smoking marijuana |
Broke em off when I snatched my diploma |
I walked across the stage |
I turned the page, no more minimum wage |
And my corner got paid |
Kept feddi, kept it steady |
My partna named Reggie |
I’m 330, so niggas say I’m heavy |
Hitin real hard, never did roid |
Fat ass nigga, we’ll fuck a yella broad |
Are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down |
Swang and swangin, and my diamond |
Gonna shine in my mouth |
I’m from the South, what ya talkin bout |
The haters rollin up so I got my Glock cocked |
I ain’t no ho, letten em know, Im |
Finne erupt like a volcano |
Me and my partna Zano |
Ron G, it’s that runna, steady smokin Gunja |
I’m a come down bunch of money |
Boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit |
Boys wanna have it, breakin boys |
Off 2 times dag nab it |
Lemme hurt em, a hater hurter, on a mission |
I gots to come down, knocked off a politician |
Knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer |
Now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer |
Hooked up with some boys back in the game |
Ima show them boys throw my |
Picture in the frame |
Ain’t gone be lame, a partna named Shane |
Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain |
Gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy |
Got a bitch, yellow bone broad, yeah she happy |
Watch that Mo-yo, finne solo |
Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow |
Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey |
Ima comin out the Southside |
Representing tha Three |
I’m comin down playa made, and ya know I’m real |
I’m down out the South, down to pop me a pill |
I’m rollin wood grain, down that South main |
I’m out the South ya know I’m down |
Fuckin to bring the pain |
Because we comin down and my |
Little boys gone wreck |
We comin down, yellow broads we |
Puttin hoes in check |
Yea we goin and the sweets are still burnin |
Popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning |
With tha cool and that Busta Rhymes |
Hit that Po on that beeper |
Down to score 9 |
Fixin to chop it up, now Im |
Fresh up on tha block |
Movin rock |
Got my Glock cocked |
Haters wanna stop but they can’t |
Gotta keep a drank and I’m drivin |
Boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin |
In a three we, comin down bumper fall |
We steady ballin |
Haters steady callin my name |
I’m in this game with the birds |
Have you fuckin heard |
Comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup |
What a gallon |
Lookin for a stallion |
Comin down and I got the charm with medallion |
And my damn fade, and them diamonds in my mouth |
Fuckin with these boys |
And we coming out the South |
Flippin in a bus |
Blades on 19's |
Po comin through and we got tha four screens |
With tha VCR |
And we sippin barre |
Comin down tinted up, new what car |
Got the woodgrain |
And you know I’m steady knockin |
Trunk gone be poppin |
Bumper unlockin |
All you hear is Beep |
And I’m comin down swangin |
Comin down, let the top up it’s fixin to rainin |
And I’m comin through and Im |
Steady sittin sideways |
My way, have to do it Friday |
I’m comin, I’m comin ain’t gone lie, say I’m comin |
Grill with tha woman |
On tha block first and the leads steady pumpin |
I ain’t gonna leave tha corner |
Till I’m makin a mill plus |
Boy comin through and them sixes be in a bus |
Fuckin with that bird, yea we |
Gettem for a gallon |
And that man pulled and we what we… |
I’m comin through in my hoo-doo |
You know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw |
We comin down, and you know we |
Down to swang & bang |
I’m out the South, that Big Moe |
Should let my nuts hang |
I don’t give a damn pop trunk I’m gone slam |
I’m comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam |
I’m coming through, banging Screw in my hoo-doo |
I’m lettin that nigga Joe on the mic |
I thought you niggas knew |
Thought you niggas knew |
Coming down in a candy hoo doo |
Banging under that tint |
Fixin to come down |
And I got that dro scent |
From that damn bam |
I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail |
Steady stackin my mail |
Not in the tail |
Watch me come thru and I’m just gonna what |
Get fed t ro |
Chevy, lookin heavy, comin down |
And I gots to come down |
Nigga just roll, lets just smoke |
Watch me come down and I ain’t no fuckin joke |
Steady comin crunk, rollin up the skunk |
I done went to wreck when I |
Pop tha fuckin trunk |
Rollin 84's, nigga I’mma pro |
Steppin' out, call me Haircut Joe |
Cuttin on tha fros, holla at ya know |
Watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin ho |
Get he fuckin money |
Like it ain’t funny take out a bank account |
Like it’s just stunty |
Like some damn magic, what the hell happened |
Don’t take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappin |
Nigga it’s the truth, charge it to the roof |
A lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots |
But they can’t step on that what nigga level |
Watch me come through nigga Im |
A just… man hold up |
I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw |
You know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo |
We came through and we sippin |
On that drank barre |
We comin down lookin like playas and like stars |
You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G |
I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e |
I came through, banging, screwed up in my hoo-doo |
You know I’m comin reall |
Partna then I think ya knew |
That boy tha lean and fell on his head |
We comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red |
You gotta feel me, that boy comin through |
I’m letten these boys wreck on the |
Mic I thought you knew |
I’m startin to stack it up cuz u know I got cute |
Comin down chillin with my nigga named screw |
Got my po yo to my kici |
I got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe with me |
We all goin fed, fuck goin ag |
Niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag |
We gotta make a livin |
Me must confess we must get tha nigga |
We comin down up with that hilfiger |
Nigga know I’m real |
I steady stay jammin Screw |
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew |
My nigga Adrian |
I got tha Haircut Joe |
Flowin in tha bitch |
It’s this nigga D-mo |
My boy from the tre |
They always pay late |
I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay |
My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed |
That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor |
He can’t handle shit, that nigga went down |
Goin down real, on the Southside of town |
We pimp we jammin screw |
We comin jammin screw |
And we comin with my niggas |
And we be rollin with our crew |
I got the nigga Yungstar from the South |
Was wreckin this bitch |
Comin down with cadillac |
With big ol fuckin bumper kit |
Comin down 5th wheel slammin |
Ho just winnin |
Nigga ain’t got a nigga but |
Bitch I’m sayin it |
Cause I fucked your mamma |
I fucked your cousin |
I fucked that bitch |
And these niggas just a fussin |
All on a nigga dick |
Thinkin that a what niggaplayamade |
Didn’t know I got a muthfuckin tight fade |
From that Flem, or was it that |
Joe, or was it that Jut |
You know how it go |
All my partnas cut, all my partnas tight |
We gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight |
And we can get blitz |
And jam some Bone |
And we can jam that Street |
Military, nigga bring it on |
And nigga, know you feel me |
I know, I know I’m real |
I’m comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grill |
My diamonds steady gleaming |
Bitches steady fiendin |
Niggas comin' down, starchin' |
Down on the scene and |
Give this bitch back to that nigga Big Moe |
I wanna hear this nigga sing |
On my fuckin D bro |
Chillin with my partna on his Bday |
I done came through and a nigga raidin a trunk |
I’m out the Southside I told |
You hoes I’m not no punk |
I’m comin real, I’m thinkin bout poppin pills |
I stay on tha Leal, yall know the deal |
I’m came through and ya know |
I’m comin rollin hard |
I represent that hood, yeah the Tre Ward |
You know I’m comin clean |
Starchin down the scene |
I’m comin down sippin on that drank the codeine |
Damn, chillin with my old school crew |
That’s how we do, wearing Nike shoes |
Big Po-yo |
And a chain charm |
And I gotta have clean Rolex on my arm |
When I come through bladed up popped up |
We gone come on down |
All these hoes a nut |
Niggas suck my dick |
I’m down with my click |
All that hatin shit, that shit ain’t even thick |
That shit is kinda low |
I never been a ho |
Chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe |
That boy be wreckin on them tapes gotta give him his props |
I’m thinkin comin down |
With a tight drop |
With dem buck |
I don’t give a fuck |
All them fuckin haters you know they stuck |
Cause I’m strapped with my 9 |
I’m strapped with a .40 |
Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy |
Cock that bitch back, I’m steady sellin crack |
I’m stuck in this game and nigga it’s like that |
That’s how we doin do it down |
Here, on the Southside |
Watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride |
Follow right behind, follow on up |
We gone come down Benz and bladed up truck |
All that shit, all that shit is good |
And everything I have gotta be wood |
All over, even in a Range Rover |
I’m born and raised to be a young soldier |
Call me a BG |
But I’m scorin a key |
You know I’m talkin about it’s that damn Kici |
I’m down on my knees |
I’m tryin to get on my feet |
Cause I’m just steady sellin all the keys |
Come through, BMW, i wanna come down 96 new |
Or maybe 97, 24−7 I’m puttin in work |
And then I got… |
Man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it |
Gone back up the flow Ima un ass it |
I done came through after every boys flow |
I’m that nigga Big Ass Moe |
Steady jammin my music slow |
I dun came done through with my crew |
Pop trunk on that BMW |
Steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs |
I’m out the South a young G letten nuts hang |
I bring another young G in on this mic |
Hes called a Yungstar, hes comin so tight |
Man bring me in |
My skin is my sin |
I’m thinking brand new, what, Benz |
Off the showroom |
Them hoes they come soon |
I gots to sweep my friend, witha |
Surprise like a broom |
Every time they be hopin |
I know they be scopin |
I gots to break em off |
Gots to leave they mouth open |
Cause they gots to talk down |
Scope and diamond grind |
Watch I open up my trunk |
Showin nuthin but surround |
It’s all good |
Yes they don’t know gots to strive |
Baked potato and chive |
When I’m hungrey hit that Long Drive |
Pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter |
I gots to come through |
Straight draped watch em scatter |
I hit that fuckin quarter, its |
Gone be a slaughter |
We draped and dripped out |
Watch I bang with my daughter |
Let the top down |
I’m fresh off carceration we ain’t facin |
We swanger we ain’t fadin got marble with playstation |
In tha car, I’m sippin on barre, TV VCR |
With the star |
She come through, she know that I got car |
I come thru with the station |
Watch the boy gon rhyme |
I got to do it all the time |
I got to show the 6 X 9 |
Gots to show that I ain’t gon stop when I’m rhymin |
I’m gon come thru |
Watch that boy be reclinin |
I’m wheel deelin |
Strait pop a pillin |
Kici ridin 60 that boy what diamond grillin |
Them boys be locked up |
Show what they talkin bout |
When I come through |
Watch that boy wreck the fuckin shop |
Gotta leave it smokin |
Cause this game ain’t jokin |
Ima come through TV car wide open |
Come and please get me |
Watch I just spray |
I’m gon oome on thru |
Sippin like tha AK |
Gotta clear tha block off |
Tha Yungstar ain’t gone play |
I gotsta come thru |
Gotta borrow mary j |
Gots to pop with tha clear |
I bang in your ear |
I shed so many tears |
I bang R. Kelly or Aaliyah |
Gots to drop tha top on belly |
I’m sippin on jelly |
I might just come through |
Cause that boy be rockin steady |
ESG is on lock |
Them boys ain’t gone stop |
Them boys be comin through |
I’m sendin shouts to 2pac, and that Tyson |
I’m dressin nice |
I’m steady wreckin and ryhmin |
I’m steady comin through, I’m layed |
Back I’m still reclinin |
I’m fuckin these hoes, they |
Watchin these shows they sippin |
On fours they roachin |
I’m comin down steady aproachin |
And watch that mic get smokin |
Elite, I practice what I preach |
Watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach |
They speech on with that boy Po-yo |
They don’t know, that D-mo |
Fixin to break em off but he doin it slow |
And that boy Moe, he steady hummin |
Keke said he comin |
I’m gone come through grill and woman |
Poppin trunk with lady |
I ain’t packing no 380 |
I might just come through |
Movin back to the shady |
I moved to Rosenberg |
That shit ain’t what ya heard |
I’ma stay in Southpark |
Stayin down with the herd |
Stayin down with the cattle |
I shake, then I rattle |
I might just come through |
It’s all about that grain |
Might be all what on ya lesson |
Teachin I might be stressin |
I gots to come through to |
Young G’s I be stressin |
17, Promethazine, creases in my jean |
Pimpin', 6 screens |
I’m comin through wreckin mic |
Toting the weed I’m showin dope fiends |
I ain’t got time for pointing no red dot |
I’m just bustin' |
I ain’t got time for no caps |
I ain’t sipping no Robitussin |
We sipping that barre |
TV/VCR, we renting that car no destination |
We come thru on incarceration |
I’m fresh off playing Playstation |
In the what hoo-doo |
I ain’t sellin' no Zulu |
I might just pop trunk now these |
Hoes they doin' Voodoo |
They wanna try to stick me |
The foes want for 60 |
I’m might just come back |
With Poyo instead of 50 |
Key-C is gonna shine |
That boy Shaun reclined |
I hit the Long Drive now it’s time I do mine |
It’s time I just chill and lay back and sip a 8 |
I’m sittin' sideway |
TV on tha scrape plate |
They don’t hate when they see |
We coming, we don’t fuss |
We don’t even cuss |
We swanga’s on the bus: Damn! |
Name | Year |
---|---|
After I Die ft. Point Blank, DJ Screw, Point Blank | 1995 |
My Mind Went Blank ft. PSK-13, Point Blank, DJ Screw, Point Blank | 1995 |
Sailin Da South ft. E.S.G. | 1988 |
Pimp Tha Pen ft. Lil Keke | 1988 |
Tell Me Something Good ft. 20-2-Life, Ugk, DJ Screw, UGK | 1995 |
Inside Looking Out ft. 20-2-Life | 1995 |
Ballin ft. E.S.G. | 2006 |
Wreckless ft. Point Blank, DJ Screw, Point Blank, S.P.C. / Point Blank / DJ Screw | 1995 |
Short Texas ft. Ugk, DJ Screw, UGK | 1995 |
Servin A Deuce ft. 20-2-Life | 1988 |
My Life | 2020 |
High With Tha Blanksta ft. DJ Screw, PSK-13 | 2019 |
Sailin’ Da South ft. E.S.G. | 2020 |
Constant Grind ft. Trae, Guerilla Maab | 2010 |
Break the Equator ft. DJ Screw | 2016 |
Why Ya Wanna Hate ft. DJ Screw | 1999 |
It's Going Down ft. Lil Keke | 2001 |
In The House Tonight ft. Lil' Flip, Big T | 2001 |
The Legend | 2007 |
Why U Wanna Hate? ft. DJ Screw | 2002 |