Go on and pop your trunk, zip, zip your drink With your wide body holdin' the rollin'
Go on and smoke your joke, throw up your sick One you for a full seven one drink
Go on and pop your trunk, zip, zip your drink With your wide body holdin' the rollin'
Go on and smoke your joke, throw up your sick One you for a full seven one drink
Tell me, tell me one three boy, smoke a tree boy, jam bun D boy, sweep your seat boy
Yes me boy, raised in the three boys, house JZ boy, get a load of V's boy
I'm so stoned, ridin' in a wide body load, remote control, just to see the top unfold
I'm hoggin' the road in something with four doors, with four holes
Ready to take off they clothes, you been exposed to a place ain't no dirt
road, it's elbows and gold on your rollin' two soles
Fades and outflows, in design of clothes You're in the back leagues now, dealin', dealin'
with pros You been doin' this since 86, G-tops and
Ricks and a band of six, y'all boys knew the list
To us it's all, remember 713, area, area code
Go on and pop your trunk, zip, zip your drink
With your wide body holdin' the rollin' joke, throw up your sick One you for a full seven
With your wide body holdin' the rollin' joke, throw up your sick One you for a full 7181
Go on and pop your trunk
and zip your drink With wide body holdin' the rollin' joke, throw up your sick One you for a full 7181
Okay I get it how I live cause it must be done
It's either 713 or probably 281
They say Lil' Kiki is a legend, so how long will you mourn?
Smoke the bank and sip the drink because I'm Texas born
I'm a custom-made gangster, CMG on the plate
I'm in a wide theme, a theme, I call it quarter to eight
Catch me slippin' and slidin', probably danglin' up in my cake
If you're comin' to A1, then you exit the beltway
Take I-10 to 16, but take your time
I'm passin' by the gallery of them Law 159
Got three area codes, back and back in demand
But don't ever get it twisted, it's French's or Timmy Chan
The dirt laid the fire, so it's definitely good
From the bottom, top by top, I give it back to the hood
It's the 7-1-Tray, call it the 832
We represent for 281, cause my niggas, that's what it do
That's what it do
Go on and pop your trunk, and sip your drink
Put your wine on it, and sip your drink
With your wide body, holdin' the road, and go on
And smoke your joke, throw up your set
What you for, fool? 832
Go on and pop your trunk, and sip your drink
With your wide body, holdin' the road, and go on
And smoke your joke, throw up your set
What you for, fool? 832
Since they a killer beat, make a nigga feel the heat
Yellowstone, Texas, nigga, toughest gorilla
Mesa, 15's in the trunk, kickin' like gorilla feet
Hard top, flat screen, powder mean, killer silks
Never let a broad take me out of my mind
Polina gon' make a break, and pay me like a fine
Me, I get to work, go straight to the mine
Old school, hit the switch, nigga, scrapin' the crime
I'm the same nigga rapin' the time
At the high screen, money over bullshit
Safe in the grind, them racers in the way
That's what I do, I'm the same nigga rapin' the time
That's what I do, I'm the same nigga rapin' the time
They just cryin', the flood, they tokin'
Soon as I finish breakin' the design
Rap, rap gang, kinda remind me of the gridiron
In the heat all day on my feet, push my feet down
I go off, back to C9
Cold in the moon, 760 with the wind, 832
Go on and pop your trunk, and sip your drink
With your wide body, holdin' the road, and go on
And smoke your joke, throw up your set
Where you from, fool?
7-1-3
Go on and pop your trunk, and sip your drink
With your wide body, holdin' the road, and go on
And smoke your joke, throw up your set
Where you from, fool?
281
Go on and pop your trunk, and sip your drink
With your wide body, holdin' the road, and go on
And smoke your joke, throw up your set
Where you from, fool?
you