(feat. Big T)


[Big T:]

Wanna be a baller, no that's old

Got some'ing brand new, for the two triple 0

To the six this is it, still balling in the mix

E.S.G. and Big T, still trying to get rich

But let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huh

We want your mind, to blow

We gonna, swang for you

Ain't nothing but a, G ride

We gonna bang for you

Ain't nothing but a, G ride

Southside pop trunk, that's what we do

While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah

I'm just a hustler, from the Southside yeah

And I'm gonna pop my roof, and chunk the deuce


[scratching:]

'64 Cheve, in my yard

White drop top, pearl paint job is hard

In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open

In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open


[E.S.G.:]

Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God

I don't know, but today seem kinda odd

Cause last month, my baby mama keyed my car

Today I'm ready to mob, got my new paint job

Louisiana-Texas thug, last night we wrecked the club

Early morning hang over, let's hit the breakfast club

Get the wings and waffles, or the fish and the grits

Grab a toothpick get the drank mix, then hop in that six

Six Lincoln just thinking, dro stinking

My leather seats sinking, blue lights blinking

The boppers winking, but I'm chunking up the deuce

Like magicians do, hit the buttons and poof goes the roof whoa


[Big T:]

Southside pop trunk, that's what we do

While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah


[talking:]

'64 Cheve, in my yard

White drop top, pearl paint job is hard

In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open

In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open


[E.S.G.:]

Now I lay me down to sleep, but pray the Lord 'fore I wake

Them jackers they don't take, my old school '78

Cheve pockets heavy, man I'm ready

Peanut butter insides, outside jelly

Thanks to Eddy, man I'm steady turning heads

Old school crip blue, or pyroo red

In the N.O. with Greg, getting bread with Craig

Like a number two pencil, gun stay out of lead

Get chopper's shred blocks get bled, trying to stay out the FED

Like a pain to the head, hard to get out of bed

Like Rev. Run I was bred, to run the house I ain't scared

Keep my whole team fed, sipping syrup by the keg

My trunk banging, hanging like my third leg

Hillbillie like I'm Jed, keep my money in the shed

A fo' do' sled, now you know what I play

Payton Manning with the cannon, I take off your head cause uh


[Big T:]

Let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huh

We want your mind, to blow

We gonna, swang for you

Ain't nothing but a, G ride

We gonna, bang for you

Ain't nothing but a, G ride

Southside pop trunk, that's what we do

While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah

Gaaaaangsta, do you wanna get some pa-peeeer

(I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours)


[E.S.G.:]

Gotta get yours gotta get mine, boys out here we got to shine

So that means we got to grind, get out of line we got that iron

And I ain't talking bout the kind, you iron your clothes with

I'm talking bout the kind you get, rid of your foes with

Rednose Pit I bark the bite, y'all know what I spark and light

My P yup is full of ice, I talk a chain that dark the night

Mic I rip and mics I wreck, yup I'm one of the hardest yet

My team full of timberwolves, call me a Garnett fool


[Big T:]

So let me rooooooll, yeah uh-huh

We want your mind, to blow

We gonna, swang for you

Ain't nothing but a, G ride

We gonna, bang for you

Ain't nothing but a, G ride

Southside pop trunk, that's what we do

While I'm riding banging my Screw, tell me what it do yeah


[scratching:]

In a drop top Cheve, with the roof wide open [x4]