Intro (Fat Pat)   N****z betta see a n***a roll   Shorts down and I'm rollin' on 84's      Chorus (Fat Pat)   Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left   Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)      Verse 1 (Trae)   I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left   Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt   I'm a vet so it's automatic when I be swingin' my wide frame   4-4's to 24's I'm subject to glide man   Like a pimp without the numbers still so fly when I slide man   Plus I'm lethal fully loaded ain't no takin' my ride man   We gangsta    And it ain't too much you can do to stop us   Don't try to knock us cuz these diamonds got boppas try'na jock us   We the best and what we gon' be and these haters know it   So haters hate us to death and I know cuz these haters show it   I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin'    And for them jackers thinkin' fly just picture what I be holdin'   Them hollow points'll make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin'   A few of them'll have you leakin' 'til you dead or you swollen   But still I ride like the law   Floatin' above everything   I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over n***a fresh off the chain   Beat the slang      Chorus (Fat Pat)      Verse 2 (Big Hawk)   I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the left   Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death   I would give my last breath if I could bring you back   Bring Screw back   Matter fact bring the whole crew back   Only God can do that so I'ma leave it alone   Movin' on   Groovin' to this soothin' song   I'm cruisin' along   Still got a Screw tape on   Still in the zone   Wishin' Cory Blunt was home   Ridin' on chrome   Bangin' with my bub lights on   Ridin' home   South east of the astrodome   I'm Fat Pat's clone   It's J go see Harry's own   His heartbeat pumps through my flesh and bone   Flippin' with Trae   Mobbin' down MLK   He's blue up with grey   On tint on southern deuce today   It's Dub K   Chiefin' on some lovely   And we on the boulevard actin' ugly   We gon'      Chorus (Fat Pat)      Verse 3 (Trae)   ABN is my type of nature my understanding is nothin'   Stacks in the back of a 'Lac on this glass you finna see me struttin'   Cuttin' corners on a daily basis   Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin' faces   I'm known to tip like a waiter when I be leaned to the left   I brung the city through the dark with a fifth of boppers and belts   I'm ABN the Impala 67 Chevy be spinnin'   Invisible set displayed everytime they catchin' me grinnin'   Off in they face it ain't too much that they can do to a G   But try to hate me   Every second due to the fact who I be   And it don't bother me   Cuz I still be toppin' my game   Just don't come off the side of my range I might be leavin' a stain   Whether my slab or beam    N****z gon' respect that we gangsta   T-Shirt and Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wankstas   Everyday is still the same   I be so loud when I bang   And thanks to Screw and P-A-T we got 'em diggin' our slang huh      Verse 4 (Pimp C)   I'm a Screwed Up affiliator strictly rollin' red   Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads   I've been watched by parole, task force, and by the feds   Cuz they know I got 'em for 10 and they know the game ain't dead   It's too late   I'm deep up in it ain't nuthin' about me scary   Chiefin' in the club try'na find me somethin' hairy   Dippin' at the bar    Smokin' on the stokey   Since I came home from the pen seems like everybody know me   You got lots of friends when you up and when you ballin'   Just like Pookey all the haters started callin'   They see the diamonds and the Bentley and the candy thing   They know I'm mob stompin' Texas they know that I'm rollin' with Jane   They know it's UGK for life and that I'm down with Bun   They know we grindin' b***h'll hitcha with another one   It's UGK records right now we need distribution   Since Laura Rebel free the pimp is goin' down in Houston      Chorus (x2) (Fat Pat)      Outro (Fat Pat)   Love it man   Love it man   Love it man