Put it in reverse homie, change da gear

I'm buyin all new whips at da top of da year

I'm a mudafuckin G, did I make that clear

Nigga first I got they hearts, then I stole they ear

So come to Houston, Texas, see who really in charge

It's gon be a lovely sight when I lift da garage

Got da black on black nightmare, bad hoes gon stare

Haters on da sideline tryin get some bus fare

Married to da game, I done made these vowels

In da tinted Avalanche, tryna duck these laws

I'm a certified rebel, Nikes on da pedal

I'm racing up da highway takin steps careful

Lil Ke, Chuck T, is a whole nother level

26's on da truck, I call it heavy metal

Da flow air tight, da jewelry iced right

I gotta send pictures to da g's dressed in white, cause a





1 for da cake, 2 for da bread

I do this for da streets and niggas and da fed

I'm married to da game, it's for better or worst

So you can back that bitch up, homie put it in reverse



Them hoes play neutral, suckas stay behind

Hater on da fist, playin both sides da line

Ain't never fallin off cause I can come right back

As soon as da work delivered I can move that pack

It takes a G to keep grindin, hustle til I die

A pocket full of stacks it's da apple of my eye

Screwed Up Click, and that's a small reminda

Cause it's dirty south bitch, this Texas to Carolina

Sweep da whole globe, big shots to Universal

Sixty minutes flat and do it with no rehearsal

Hit em with a punch line work that jab

Then I shift into reverse and go back to da lab

My mouthpiece so cold, but hot at da same time

Da streets goin crazy and they losin they mind

Cause it's all for da scrilla, I do it for da feddy

Chuck bring it back I don't think them hoes ready