f/ K-Rino, Ronnie Spencer, Yungstar







[Hook: Ronnie Spencer]



Gripping on wood grain



Keep on, keep on, keep on moving



Banging, swerving lane to lane







[Al-D]



Gripping on grain, while the 15's bang



Know you wonder if it's thunder, where the fuck is the rain



Lane to lane dripping blue, puffing on coo-coo



Candy wetter than do, banging nothing but Screw



Reclined on buck, like I'm stuck in the mud



Ripping my mug cause I'm thug, sipping straight out the jug



Ghetto thoed we ghetto known, wih mo' ice on my heart



Boy got mo' ice, than a W march



Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South



Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house



Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her



Cause she stuck on a G, like a god damn sweater



Hotter than a baretta, trying to give it up fast



Left her stupid like cupid, and put a plug in her ass



Swanging glass moving fast, as I dash through your hood



Picking splinters out my palm mayn, gripping on wood







[Hook: Ronnie Spencer - 2x]







[K-Rino]



Hear them niggaz bumping, but they can't forget



Swanging down bumping tip, champagne under the tent



Trend setter, red beam for plexing



Crawling, living the life of a Texan



Get down your block three in the morning, waking the hood up



Crawling purple passion, up in my cup



I-10 to 71, mash the gas to Austin



Chrome glossing, big bossing flossing



Block to block spot to spot, no need for tripping



Still collecting my ends, in the 2K dimension



Twist a leaf out the leaf, as I crawl through the street



Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep



It's a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale



Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail



Jazzy broads whispering, boppers shaking they tail



You can do what you do, I'm all about my mail







[Hook: Ronnie Spencer - 2x]







[Yungstar]



Lights, camera, action it's on



Bang out my garage, and I'm on 20 inch chrome



Grab my phone, cause I'm calling Al-D



When they see the buttons, don't try to compare me



She gon stare G, so you better get her



I'm coming down, and I'm banging the Hardest Pit of the litter



Down South, keep our name out your mouth



And we'll get it on, and we known to buy a house



And buy the block it don't stop, with shoes and socks



Bet the top drop, and let the bumper unlock



But me I'm rolling foreign, never ever alone



Swanging left and right, with alarm cats knowing



Paints I be pouring, and you know I'm so wet



Getting me a ticket from the laws, you wanna bet



They can't stand me, pulling off they say you dripping too much candy



Yes I can't stand it, I'm the drank and drip bandit



You can't handle it, bought the ice that sunk the Titanic



Don't panic, when you see me riding with Janet



On the escapade, riding a Escalade



Break these boys off with techs, my chest plate







[Hook: Ronnie Spencer - 4x]







[Ronnie Spencer]



We gonna swang, we gonna bang



We gonna grip on wood, baby - 4x