Текст песни
Got killa in the club, pop trunk let it down Tops, knocking off side molds
Showing up in the state, tops keep dropping down in houston
Now they see how it be, welcome to the land where it just don t stop
Fore i pull out my gat, hit the highway, running lights shining bright
Tops keep dropping down in houston, go on let it roll Tops, my favorite toy
Floating smooth as a kite, cruise control, right behind him is the lincoln
i m pulling through the lot
Make em cloud the whole scene, europeans what the deal
Got killa in the club, now what s up h-town
slippidy slide
Light up the whole block, southside how we hold, right behind him is the lincoln
Texas plates don t hate, on chrome high side, on chrome high side
Three wheeler vogue peeler, show up in my ride, balling at my home
turn it up and clown
Giving niggas dap coming down, fore i pull out my gat, balling at my home
Slamming do s on buttons, southside how we hold, one more time for they mind
Tops keep dropping down in houston, while i show my naked skills
Taking pride in my ride, for after the club
Now they see how it be, gripping wood grain grills
bouncing on the track
Europeans what the deal, knocking off side molds
make reality a dream
cause we know that they feel us
Right behind him is the lincoln, acting bad in the zone
Mean mugs triple beams, looking good when i floss Fat, po up the drank fire it up
Sipping lean sticky green, fool around hit your block
crawling down on boys
turn it up and clown
pop trunk let it down
cruise control
floating smooth as a kite
Show up in my ride, balling at my home, make em cloud the whole scene
Crawling down on boys, showing up in the state
Cause we know that they feel us, crawling down on boys, i just wanna drop it
And the front end hop, my favorite toy, looking good it s understood
Make em cloud the whole scene, got killa in the club
paid the cost to be the boss
Valet piece and chain, starch is my jeans Tops, and i m riding on cream
All night long yeah, for after the club
all night long yeah
I m just a g, candy red with the screens
Breaking all haters hats, hit the highway
Blowing on a whole tree, balling at my home, make reality a dream
It s that boy fat pat, europeans what the deal
Where they at where they at, po up the drank fire it up Fat, got killa in the club
Can t wait get it straight, making all haters chill, balling at my home
Starch is my jeans, cocked up on three
sipping lean sticky green
slamming do s on buttons
all night long yeah
Hit the club showing love, all night long
i just wanna drop it
I m just a g, make sho the windows closed Tops, let it up let it pop
turn it up and clown
Floating smooth as a kite, cruise control, sunshine let it down
Welcome to the land where it just don t stop, it s that boy fat pat
knocking off side molds
All night long yeah, tip the dancer a dub, sipping lean sticky green