Braids & Fades
Man, hold up, the best from the north
Done connected with the best from the south
Ha ha, Wreckshop and Swishahouse baby
Slim Thug and E.S.G. putting it all in your ma'f**king face
So no matter what you boys out there banging
KnowI'mtalkinbout, Michael Watts on the north
We banging Screw over here, ain't nothing but love baby
We come together to make this paper, gone show you
How it's going down for the 9-9 baby, like this

Picture me balling while I be crawling in a hummer
See I be's a fool boy that's why I brought out my toy for the summer
Rolling my wineberry red, T.V.s behind my head
Since I signed down with Wreckshop, got all them haters scared
Now boppers turn they head when they see me popped up on fo's
Gray insides or buckhide with my suicide doors
Cop five G's a show, dropped two ki's of snow
Saran wrapped it in plastic so the F-E-D's won't know
Young n***a my d**k hang low, so b*t*hes watch this man wreck
You can blame it on the barre or the dame Xanax
Bumping our benz, blue lens, twenties spin I'm flexing
South Park, break jaws like Marshall Law do on Tekken
Wreckshop and Swishahouse wrecking, they say that can't nobody stop us
N***a we bail in V-12, with a gray pieces on the bottom
Underground tapes, we drop em, b***on bladez we chop em
E.S.G. and Slim Thug so look here cuz you can't knock it

Now when I come down I be blowing up the north
And when I come down I be chucking up the south
Swishahouse and Wreckshop don't stop, body rocking in the drop
Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block
Say what, the boppers bop, and uh, the choppers chop
Swishahouse and Wreckshop not uh, we can't be stopped
Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block

Say what, the boppers bop, and uh, the choppers chop
I heard you want proof, I heard you want that Michael Watts

[Slim Thug]
Well it's the Mr. Slim Thug straight off the north or down south
See I floss, big body boss and represent Swishahouse
Live on top top on my city and I sit on top of 4-4's
I stay on top of my game, and lay on top of these hoes
I be c*cked up on three, from Homestead to G.C
It's R.I.P. to P-A-T cause ain't no plexing by me
See Slim and E.S.G., stay playa made and get paid
On the north with Gucci shades and keep a fresh set of braids
From Gulf Bank to Cavalcade the north side ride pride
See I'm loud on buck eyed as my drop top glide
No we can't be denied, cause it's the Swishahouse time
For 9-8 got on the grind and 9-9 I'ma shine
The north and south done put it down, it's R.I.P. to all plex
We'd rather roll fresh, G.S. Lexs with baguettes on our necks
Ain't nothing but playas in Houston Tex, whether we got braids or fades
Cause it don't matter where you from long as you trying to get paid

45 south, the interstate, get the weight the pyrex shake
Trunk shake, break a scrap plate off that 2-88

[Slim Thug]
And I'm, flossing off on that I-45
With Mario on my side, playing 9-9 Live

Candy spray on top of the grey, ball and parlay we playa made
We be shining, piece full of diamonds, reclining with a razor fade

[Slim Thug]
It's that Homestead till I'm dead, where boys ain't scared to go fed
Roll candy blue and that red, with zig-zags in our head

We drop the screen n***as, we looking clean n***as
We gripping grain, swang and bang from South Main to Martin Luther King n***as

[Slim Thug]
From 5th Ward to Acres Home, is where I roam
Where them thugs bout it, bout it got they hand on the chrome
It's from the Clarke, to the Park, from the Tre to the Fo'
Wreckshop and Swishahouse fin to shut the do's on the them hoes

[E.S.G & Slim Thug]
And uh, them boppers bop, see uh, the choppers chop
Swishahouse and Wreckshop n***as know we can't be stopped

(Chorus - 2x)