I still, I still, I still, I still   I still, I still, I still, tote steel   I still tote steel, I still tote steel   I still, ha      I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel   We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill   All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip   Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit      I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel   We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill   All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip   Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit      Bun B is the name, UGK is the click   P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the dick   I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard   Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard      We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame   So if you wanna get it crackin', every nigga is game   So we can catch a corner, or we can catch a square   Any place, any time, I'll be waitin' right there      See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine   But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive   All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails   So before you play with us, you best play with yourself      'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug   I'm 'bout ready to give these fuck niggaz a clean slug   Cock back the hammer on the goddamn steel   And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, fuck it      I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel   We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill   All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip   Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit      I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel   We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill   All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip   Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit      Talkin' about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain   Who's baddest on the block? What my status in the game?   The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold   And all them number one chart positions that I hold      The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself   But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf   I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin'   Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain      I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin'   So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings   I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy   I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz      Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy   But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy   Click, since I was born, I've been the shit   And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit      I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel   We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill   All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip   Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit      I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel   We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill   All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip   Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit      Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'   'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'   Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other   The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother      So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck   We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect   But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas   Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us      You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya   'Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter   That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya   You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya      Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen   So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends   Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt   Before I put somebody's children under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it      I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel   We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill   All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip   Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit      I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel   We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill   All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip   Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit