F/ Jay'Ton, Lil' B    [Hook - 2x]  We gone swang, lane to lane  Still gripping the wood grain, collecting my change  We gone swang, lane to lane  In the wide frame, on Fondren and Main    [Dougie D]  Fucking with G, the skating Escalade  Flossing all through the city, swanging from lane to lane  Gripping wooden grain, that's the way we do it mayn  On a constant grind working jelly, collecting change  In a wide frame, big body overloading the road  Hogging the street, just like they always be out of control  Roll with us, or you bitches get rolled over  Ain't no chip on my shoulder, I just got money to fold up  It's the Dougie Deezie, off of the heezy please believe me  Gotta be keeping it greasy, for me to see the cheesy  Doing it like it go, and there's one thing I know fa sho  We gon shine and gon hold, because the 3rd Coast is our home    [Trae]  See I'm a grain gripping, 83 swanger  Chromy glass, nigga you in danger  Got a sawed off, that'll repaint you  In a wide body, like the Lone Ranger  I'ma stop and drop, when I wanna roll  I got a big four do', with a big fo'-fo'  Sitting solo, Doug-O wrecked  Now Trae done backdo'  Ghetto superstar, menage tois  Candy paint, done wet up the car  Lane to lane, my drop'll get raw  Running red lights, and don't bar the law  Gotta get paid, stacking my change  Gripping the grain, gliding mayn  Turn out the back, and I'ma gon swang  Untamed, fin to do my thang  Now Trae done wrecked it, world respected  Out the Southside, of Houston Texas  Living wreckless, don't neglect it  Moving on, and ain't baring plexas  Bubble eyed, fin to lead the way  Diamonds shining, like a heat wave  Back it up, 'fore I blind your face  Slow Loud And Bangin', fin to lead the race    [Hook - 2x]    [Jay'Ton]  I swing blocks, when I'm in the drop  Where the throwed bops, and the haters jock  It's Jay'Ton on 84's, Volvos fin to glide the road  I'm 16 all in your face, braided up and I'm out of sight  With a bad dyke on a motor bike, screened up lighting up the night  I'm blue red coming out the I, turning heads on the boulevard  My AK'll make a nigga know, when I cock it back I'm fin to hit you hard  Southside fin to go get it, all about stacking a mill ticket  I'm still playa don't get it twisted, sideways with the trunk lifted    [Lil' B]  The window tinter, wood grain gripper  Wet candy paint, and a chrome pistol  Eyes on me, like a thoed stripper  Showing naked, better take a picture  On the boulevard we don't guard  84's and vogues, down to South Park  Cause I'm Lil' B, and I don't barge  Slow Loud And Bangin', we'll pull your car  That's on the Lord, we'll leave a stain  Hogging lanes, in a wide frame  With my nigga too, all against the grain  On the Dirty South, is where we gon swang  Riding two deep, or solo  Platinum FUBU, orPolo  With a bad hoe, rocking J-Lo  Skating up the block, I'm crawling slow    [Hook - 2x]    [Z-Ro]  Solid, as a rock  Profiling in the turning lane, banging down your block  Hell naw it just don't stop, matter fact it never slow down  When I'm in the kitchen whipping, my prices tend to go down  Then I dog my Intrepid, mash on the gas on down to the flo'  Till I hit my block and set up shop, anything you need come to the Ro  Might got prices on my head but I'm not scared, I'm gon shine  Relaxing in Rolls Royces, attempting to pass time  I be smoking on that stink, had to retire from that ink  Cause you just can't think, when your mind goes blank  Full tank of unleaded, then I'm head to Probilla  Fucking with that Big Mello, because my click require killas  You ain't gotta holla at me, when you see me outside  Cause when I go to my ride, I got your woman inside  She got her mouth open wide, ready for me to drop it in  My shine is unstoppable, but you wanna stop it here we go again    [Hook - 4x]