Bun B

Bun B - Draped Up lyrics

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(feat. Lil' Keke)


[Intro - Lil' Keke] 

Big terrible Texas, where legends are born 

Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click 

This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve 

Bun... 



[Chorus - Lil' Keke] 

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout 

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout 

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout 

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout 



[Bun B] 

Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain 

With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn 

And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple 

Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle 

Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower 

Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower 

Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse 

To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck 

I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away 

Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away 

Pull up on your side in the turning lane 

Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and I'm Cadillac turning mayn 

Little swang to the left, big swang to the right 

My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight 

So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate 

That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight (we be...) 



[Chorus - Repeat 2X]



[Bun B] 

Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint 

Cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't 

It's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made 

All it take is one look to see these boys getting paid 

They living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard 

Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud 

With iced out watches, bracelets, chains 

Pieces, teeth, mayn we throwed in the game 

We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling 

On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peeling 

With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk 

Push a button, and my car is waiving bye to you punk 

We from the land of sippin' on syrup and (banging the Screw) 

We slab swangin' comin down and through, I thought you knew 

Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us 

Now the South is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us (we be...) 



[Chorus - Repeat 2X]



[Bun B] 

One time for my trill niggaz reppin the block 

The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it cocked 

They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it 

So they can know how you G it, if they hating, so be it 

We ain't playing where I'm staying cause it's way too real 

No matter the situation, we gotta keep it trill 

Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready 

I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady 

I'm an Underground King homeboy, and not a simp 

And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp 

I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block 

And I'm a stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock 

So go on, body rock, Southside or lean back 

Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks 

This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass 

Because the whole dirty South fittin' to show they naked ass (we be...) 



[Chorus - Repeat 2X]


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