[Hook]
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Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
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Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
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Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
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My heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
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Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
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Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon glow
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These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
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Everytime I come round the corner
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust
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But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust
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I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
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It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
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Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
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But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coat
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See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus
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It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust
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Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
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I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
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Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
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But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
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They got my purple people eater once, the next day
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I bought a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts
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I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch
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Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch
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[Hook]
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[Trae]
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When I flip in my slab
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I'm fin to beat they back off, like I was legs
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Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
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I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
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Blue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
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They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
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But if one of these haters, wanna jack me
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Slugs gon be flying, out the glock
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I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain
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And I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
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Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South
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Grilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
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They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right past em
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Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
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But not today, cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his game
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We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me mayn
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When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed
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And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost
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[Hook]
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[Trae]
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Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming round the corner
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These haters are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
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I know these jackers, better think before they reach out and touch
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Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch
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I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
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I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
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Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it mayn
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With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain
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[Paul Wall]
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Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the legend is true
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You better stay up on your toes, when you ride 22's
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I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back
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Cause on my block, them jackers don't give a damn if I rap
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People see me being friendly, and they think that I'm soft
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But the truth is, my best friend is a sawed off
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These haters in my mix, got me losing composure
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But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw
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[Hook]
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Oh No
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