[Hook - 2x]
Who could it be (who could it be)
But that M double A-B (but that M double A-B)
And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff gon shine)
Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind)

[Trae]
The same n***as on the block, wrecking it won't stop
We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top
With Glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped
Fuck around with the Maab, you fin to get shined out
Do you really wanna fuck around wit us
Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us
Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter
N***a we the Southside, H-Town mob figgas
Rob n***as, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug n***as
You don't wanna step to us, you getting hugged n***a
On the microphone with flow, you get drugged n***a
You better get somewhere, you can't block the shine
I'm ready for any n***a, that wanna get out of line
I'll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mind
When a red light shine, go and lay it down
Who the n***as that wanna talk down
Who the bitch that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face
Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chase
Trying to get it like a fiend, with a top case
In the race we done did that, candy blue
In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that
Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon
And n***a, we number one