[Verse 1: Lil Keke]
I'm talking old school Chevys, and them lacks
[?] and them [?] lined up back to back
My [?] is on the strut, got inches on them trucks
[?] ain't got [?], my city [?]
[?], welcome to the yard
These hustlers spent their last, so you know they coming hard
[?] on the frames, Roli Plane Jane
This shit the way of life, better not catch me in my lane
Cause pimpin I just been it, winning for a living
I'm feeling like I'm blessed, it must be close to Thanksgiving
Them bars with them slabs, [?]
Bloodline [?], whoever's [?]
[?] chroam wheels, that love to hug the [?]
If your shit ain't really holding, then I don't understand the perpis
See these n***as balling, country boys they got it
Cause ain't nothing like the south, we make them haters think about it

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
You think you holding like me, I think you trippin
Your paint ain't drippin like me, boy you fibbin
I'm proud to be from Texas, represent for my city
Where you think that purple stuff came from that you sippin?
We got them muddy cups poured up, drinks on ice
Gold grills on standbye, whatever your price
When my slab pass bye,heads roll like dice
They say Paul Wall you holding man, your shit look nice
I made them boys look twice, I'm on 5
I used to turn heads down [?] Drive
Now they got they cameras out, when I arive
We don't need Instagram, we been going live
Riding on [?], rapped in [?]
My [?] is falling down, my trunk is on the rise
Got the peanut butter inside, [?] bug [?]
[?] represent it with pride
Think about it man