(feat. Will-Lean, Den Den, Big Bub)



[Will-Lean:]

It's getting drastic, I'm a classic

Like a '57 Cheve, chromed out looking acid

It's the Chemist motherfucker, that done lived in the bricks

It's the Clover where I grind, and get rid of it quick

I'm digging this shit, I got to deal and live with this shit

Watching my mama smile, when she flip hundreds in a six

How good as it get, knowing your whole hood is rich

From Texas to the Boot, we out the wood bitch

I'm a Botany Boy nigga, that's down and dirty

So dirty I'm up early, getting thirty of them birdies

I'm pumping this shit, hitting the slab dumping this shit

Cocaine cowboy, with the scorpion prince

Triple beams pyrexes, and digital scales

Overweighted with cheddar, tipping the scale

Will-Lean I'm on the block, and I'm bringing the raw

Inner-state outlaw, easy popping frost



[Hook: x2]

The 3rd Coast, niggaz above average

Diamonds by the karats, money I gotta have it

Dirty South, I'm quick to cock and blast it

Burning like acid, nigga this is a classic



[Den Den:]

I'm like a red-nosed pit, walking through the crowd with no owner

Got you wondering where in the fuck, did this motherfucker go

Now wait a minute let's think a second, we 3rd Coast and pandering 

Plus I'm known for slug shooting, talking shit and slandering

Can't handle him I'm spitting straight, even when I'm staggering

Toe for toe blow for blow, ready to battle them

No shatter them I saddle in, chunk the West and hit the wind

Sliding sideways down the Interstate, searching for a win

State to state cakes we bake, smash the gas and fuck the breaks

And in a minute I'm gon be rich, right now I'ma work the weight

Touchdown and Texas-fied, with the weight to stash the glock

Hit the block and punch the clock, real niggaz set up shop

Move em in and move em out, too much cash to talk about

Snitches get two shots to the mouth, fucking with my feddy spot

It's a drout, and I got out the do'

Yeah Den Den bitch, 'fore your ass go broke



[T-Pop:]

Nigga my click above average, I'm pushing to be the man

Call me a Paccino, and say hello to my little friend

I'm a veteran, so shut your loose lips

Before I pop this loose clip, and sink your loose ship

You done heard of me, I'm that killer that don't talk

I'm that great white shark, that only creeps in the dark

I'm the predator you're the prey, better watch what you say

On me this AK, mayday-mayday

I'm like a pitbull, that lock on ya

Start foaming from the mouth, lights out on ya

Now you sleeping in the corner, your brains locked on ya

I ain't tripping you better catch a head, or see heaven or hell homie



[Hook x2]



[Bug Bub:]

I got a hunger for this cheddar, like a god damn savage

Star status above average, I gotta live lavish

Vault box on overload, cause I won't stop pumping

Fo' fifth up in the holster, and I won't stop dumping

Swanging through the lot, looking like I'm throwing bows

Dismantle the club scene, on 84's and new 4's

Your slut on my dick, cause you too feminine to please her

And the shit around my wrist, they cold as a deep freezer

Plus my paint job, looking like a po'd up gallon

And her ass body rocking, like the switches I'm handling

Everytime a thug nigga strong through the do', hoes know

Bezeltynes hang low, and my nuts dragging the flo'

Spit shit like a fo' fifth, and a clip full of lead

V.I.P. with a young yellow, licking my third leg

Two to the head band, for trying to plex with Bub

Drop her off with a wet twat, and cum in her mug it's going down nigga



[Hook x2]