Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
It might be scrued, it might be watched, hoe
When you hear it in your trunk
Let your music go

It's Paul Wall baby, as bright as tip toe
I'm caked up, my money run long
Like very long
I'm Texas made, ball fade in the creese
I'm a player known for gettin down
The champ is a beast
I'm in the 75 Catolac Convertable drop
On them buttons sittin lovely
Now go grab me a mop
Got the parking lot boppin when
I drop them screens
I'm on the internet stuntin
I'm the YouTube king
Sitttin sideways, I'm off haize
I'm in a dayze throwed
Choppin blades, I'm gettin payed
In that candy paint low
When the trunk waves, the crowd stays
I travil down slow
I'm so player, man, pimp game, never faide
Hoe

Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
It might be scrued, it might be watched, hoe
When you hear it in your trunk
Let your music go

They see my trunk, a hater mad
Cause it could knock him up
A prostitute, the way it wave, drop and suck
If you ain't got the doors
It ain't no use in coppying nothing
I'm like trafic, the way I stop in something
If you lookin for me
You can hit me round the corner
In the car with a couple of hoes
Sittin round the boarder
Bitches try to call
But I tell them to not get closer
Spendin my time tryna beat the block
Turn it to a pulp
They say I gotta get Young Money like Weezy
Hit the stash and trap it
Out like 1745 like Jeezy
The gunner told me "you ain't shit
If you ain't ridin major"
So I tossed the leather
Hit the slab and copped the alligator
Tha Truth just ain't gon have it
Doctors left me diagnosed
But they should've never givin me
A money spending habbit
Pockets deeper than the throat of the freak
In the back of my seat
Killed her baby daddy
That's why she never seen him for weeks

Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
It might be scrued, it might be watched, hoe
When you hear it in your trunk
Let your music go

Haters of the slab was tryna tell
Me I can't have nothin
I came through stuntin and Kush bumpin
Atack in the new lack, it ain't nothin
Camero on three piece rhyms
Pressin them buttons
I been through swangin and bangin
If you ain't know
I'm grown now nigga, I heard Paul goin slow
Fresh in that OG4 slab
Slide 5 Rollies, I'm acrobatic
My hair gon blow when I pop the lid
I've just been tryna do it big
Since a snot nosed kid
I smash out on bars, wherever they at
And I keep poppin my trunk
Like I'm fixin the flap

Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin
Bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
It might be scrued, it might be watched, hoe
When you hear it in your trunk
Let your music go

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): FRAZIER THOMPSON, JOHN CHRISTOPHER, MARCUS EDWARDS, PAUL SLAYTON, SCOTT NOVELLI