Deep bass drops, slow 70 BPM tempo, trunk knock, woodgrain clicking)
Yeah...
Big Woo.....
34th St. Northside.
H-Town, Texas.
You know how we coming.
Check the stats, man...
Southside, Northside, we worldwide with it...
Watch me lean.
[Verse 1]
Still sliding on the swangars, scraping up the street,
Slab so loud, feel the rattle in your feet.
Candy paint dripping like a warm summer rain,
Big boss status, got me gripping on the grain.
Neon lights glowing, chassis looking bright,
Fifth wheel reclining, yeah, I'm switching lanes right.
Pull up at the light, see your girl look twice,
Ice in my grill, man, I'm looking cold as ice.
Hit the gas easy, watch the trunk start to shake,
Blowing big smoke, leaving haters in the wake.
Yeah, leaning in the ride,
Northside pride.
[Chorus]
When you cross that state line, better read the sign,
Don’t mess with Texas, yeah, we do it every time.
Let our nuts hang with the top dropped low,
Banging out the trunk, moving steady, moving slow.
Screens falling down when I clown through the town,
Custom made Lexus can’t compete with this sound.
Tinted windows dark, you can’t see inside,
Just a Texas legend taking over the ride.
[Verse 2]
Six-four stature, but the rims standing tall,
H-Town hottie magnet, certified to ball.
Hit the corner twice just to see her drop it low,
Fifth wheel leaning while I'm putting on a show.
Grip grain tight, pop the trunk, let it tilt,
Built for longevity, look at how I’m built.
From the Northside blocks to the interstate lanes,
Got the whole world bouncing to these Southern style strains.
Tinted up dark, VIP in the back,
Chrome spokes spinning, keeping everything on track.
Southside click, Northside bound,
We don't play around.
[Outro]
(Bass slows down further, pitch drops to a deep chopped-and-screwed drawl)
Yeah.
Don’t mess with it.
Texas made.
Texas paid.
Woozie baby...
Still tippin'...
Still grippin'...
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Woozie baby...
We out.
Jasminemcalister
