TOE - hol' up! Say my name in my city
When you talk about cash
I'm stackin chips, grindin hard
Nigga showin my ass nigga the game on smash
(smash) streets on lock (lock)
Other niggas block roll but
My block never stop (stop)
Don't you know I'm pushin rocks
Stashin cash in your socks
Young TOE and Pimp C, candy red drop top
My hoes yeah they hot so
I'm steppin out clean got a MEAN grind game
Underground like the Kingz
Blowin purp' and sippin lean
But still buzzin off water
Don't fuck with me, I'm TOE
Ain't nobody shit harder
I'm droppin numbers in the pot
The same age as my father
And when they hit that, the kick back
Freeze up like water
PA 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga
Hoes call me first class
Cause I stay fly nigga
I'm known to skate by nigga
But the snake hittin licks
Keep a brick full of shit that
Get filthy right quick bitch!

UGHHHHHH'!
Me and Young TOE in a drop top 'llac
It's cold outside, so the top and hood back
Hit the town again when
The skunk come through
The Swisher Sweet brown, but the inside blue
Bet'chu never seen blue 'dro befo'
It come from Hawaii
Bitch niggas don't wanna try me
I'm the MVP of that PAT
You say he lookin for me
I don't see nobody chasin me
Roll my own shit
I don't need no niggas lacin me
Guerillas in my trunk
Ain't no nigga outbass'n me
Cocaine lady, I don't fuck her no mo'
(no mo')
The bitch pussy good but she a sheisty-ass ho
She fuckin up my hood
She won't let my people go (go)
They comin up fast
But all the fiends die slow (slow)
I ain't Jesse Jackson
I'm just watchin the reaction bro
I keep pushin cause grindin hard
The only life I know

If ain't 'bout bread, then it's dead
I count money all day 'til
My fingers turn red (red)
Fuck a rubber band
A nigga need a buncha ropes
Custom trill niggas from Port Arthur
Sell a buncha dope
Game got good, so a nigga eatin steaks
Pimpin on drank, blowin purp'
Chillin on a lake
Get it straight mayne, I'm sittin on old cash
Ball in the club 20 deep just to throw cash
If you lie doe
I got somethin for them jackers
A mean 17 they hit hard like linebackers
Boys talkin down I put it all in they face
Cause I set up shop and bop to 48 states
So when you see them Texas plates
You know it's goin down
B-Do in a city near you
Straight out that po'-nine
And I'ma hold it down
I bar none and fade all 25
8, 366, no days off

"Sellin weight, get it straight
Fuck the 20's and 10's"

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRADLEY DAVIS, CHAD L. BUTLER, TORRIS MCKINNEY