(feat. Botany Boyz)



Third Coast nigga...



[Hook: x2]

'Burbans, Bentleys, drops and hoes

Third Coast we living lavish, flashing rocks and fo's

See that Roley on my wrist, homie that ain't shit

Cause we young, independent and rich



[C-Note:]

I'ma pull out this summer, in a platinum stretch Hummer

Letting the screens fall like rain, bang like thunder

Botany Boys/Screwed Up Click, we Third Coast fa sho

Boys be beating down your block, and bitch we beating down your do'

Acting bad up in a Jag, plenty starch in my jeans

I'm putting diamonds in your face, when I step on the scene

Diamond rings like a king, it's a Botany thing

In every city that I'm seen, we got them hoes on ding

And Cloverland Cloverland, mayn it's on for life

My blades cut like a light, my wrist is covered in ice

Candy paint from Ike, twenty karats in my grill

Way before we get a deal, I got's to stack me a mill

Diamonds all in your face, player haters wanna take my place

Look C-Note on a paper chase, look at the glock up in your face

I'm making niggaz catch out, when I pull it out

Got it dropping like it's hot, welcome to the South



[Hook x2]



[D-Red:]

Stacking on the cabbage, living lavish on a hill

Wrecking grain leaving stains, from a G'd up skill

Now what's the deal on teach that, niggaz hate we gon scratch that

Benz and 'Burbans we gon flip that, and paper we got that

Botany is the block, we rock in all spots

Toting glocks sitting sideways, in a candy blue drop

On them hops, Clover piece wrecking the scene

Gripping the grain chopping up lanes, flipping a Cheve that's clean

Hitting the spot where gangstas play, and keep it on the low low

Serving caviar yeah, puffing on a sack of endo

Independent and rich, still breaking down bricks

Botany be the click, Cloverland I represent

To the fullest, where G's multiply by the seconds

Ain't no banging on records, even some real chin checkers

Mic wreckers blade flippers, grain grippers

Bitches on my zipper, D-Red the realest nigga



[Hook x2]



[Will-Lean:]

You see the rocks on my hand, the yacht by the sand

19 inch monoblocks, with dots on rubberbands

Jumping out the Lex Land, to a stretch Navi van

Big Shots sitting on top, representing Cloverland

Stacking fans stacking grands, from Houston to Pakistan

Southside worldwide, like exotic let dance

Leaving em in a trance, hypnotized from my diamonds

Bezeltynes you never seen, steady shining and grinding

Leaning and blinging, while busters steady fiending and dreaming

Plotting and scheming, my bitches jocking and creaming

Leaving em wet, Will-Lean putting it down for my set

Drop the top on the Vette, pop the bottle of Moet

Double quick Rolex man, these boys be stunting

Multi-millionaire hunting, that's keeping the crowd jumping

Botany Boys stay bumping, we gon finish this shit

Cause we young CEO's, independent and rich

Diamonds shining, man these boys be stunting

Multi-millionaire hunting, that's keeping the crowd jumping

Botany Boys stay bumping, we gon finish this shit

Cause we young CEO's, independent and rich nigga



[Hook x2]