(feat. Big Pokey, Mike Jones)



[Hook x2]

Still tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's

4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping

Tipping-tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's

Pimping fo' hoes, and I'm packing fo'



[Lil' Keke]

H-Town game colder, Sunday night strip roller

Diamond mouth Dirty South, legendary slab holder

Flipping on new vogues, in the parking lot of my shows

Might be macking on two hoes, and I'm tipping on 4-4's

Touch the button scoot back, automatic roof cracked

Fill your cup windows up, I could bulletproof that

Candy paint Southside, a wood grain wheel guider

Hit the switch raise it up, bring it back shoot fire

Beat the trunk let it bang, let them boppers do they thang

Bust a right hit my lights, catch him in the turning lane

Pull up like a boss man, driving with my floss hand

Bass hitting hard in the trunk, like a church band

Don Ke' you know it's on, Big Po' Mike Jones

Big rims big chrome, in and out your time zone

Hustlers get your swang on, gangstas let it roll

I'm tipping on 4-4's, and I'm riding under control what



[Hook x2]



[Mike Jones]

4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping

Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping, turn your neck and yo' dame missing

Me and Slim we ain't tripping, I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping

Like Do or Die I'm Po' Pimpin, car stop rims keep spinning

I'm flipping drops with invisible tops, hoes bop when my drop step out

I'm shaking the block with four 18's, candy green with 11 screens

My gasoline always supreme, got do-do the brown with a pint of lean

It takes grinding to be a king, it takes grinding to be a king

"First Round Draft Picks" coming, "Who is Mike Jones?" coming

Slab shining with the grill and woman, slab shining with the grill and woman

I'm Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones, the one and only you can't clone me

Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies, some friends and some phony

Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me (I said)

Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me



[Hook x2]



[Big Pokey]

I'm sitting on 4-4's, fo' point stands like a bulldog

Blue lens headlights, horse power under the hood y'all

Old school like a eight track, my cake stacked like a brick wall

Roof pushed back when the six crawl, tip in the motor I ditch laws

Do' slammer rimmed up, driveway decorated

Fo' hammers stash spots, everywhere niggaz hating

Off the gut raise it up, Afghan blaze it up

Park the car play the truck, meet the Rican weight it up

Po' it up shake it up, fo' 15's trying to break it up

Slab riding with the hockey game, I be the nigga that'll take the Cup

State to state pulling up, like a hamstring they know Dina

International worldwide, cool but not no hoe neither

It's pimping here I'm a hoe bleeder, jet black fo'-fo' heater

4-4's on four vogues, weed stashed in the do' speaker

On Boulevards I'm a slow creeper, hog the lane like the trash truck

Dog I chase these fast bucks, niggaz better get they cash up



[Hook x2]