Wood Grain Wheel

Ay I gots ta work my wood grain wheel

Trunks steady bumpin, grillz steady comin

I takin off down the runway, broad day Sunday

Haters lookin at me, I ain't playin nuttin but gunplay

Hand on the grain, while I'm swangin down the oneway

Boppas everywhere, I see it'll be a fun day

I might as well stay up all night, 'til it's Monday

My shit will probably end up where my son stay

Got baby momma drama, cause the bitch drivin a Hyundai

And I got a rolls, G's up hoes - still down

'Til I'm down watch me act a damn clown

?? sit around makin muthafuckas frown

Flippin through my town, tryin to see what the fucks up

Boss City Ballas, bitch niggas get your bucks up

I gotta king ranch, that'll make you put ya trunks up

Lookin like them other boys ran all they luck up

Damn 'sho can't touch us, we them true bosses

You know how we do it fool, we them holdin flosses

Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel

Hand on the steel, cause them haters on my heels

Make me a 'mil and done it before the deal

Them other boys lyin, Slim Thugga speak the real

Candy paint shinin, 5th wheel reclinin

Caddy goin topless, like them dancers at (The Diamond)

Boss, yea blindin, everybody lookin

And where I'm from, women ain't the only ones cookin

Boys gettin paid, pushin Caddy Escalades

Still roll Vogues, used to roll blades

?? braids in the phase, when we reppin for our side (Northside)

And you ain't ridin slabs, if them ain't swangas on your ride

Ready for whatever, if you think Thugga scary

I'll unload the glock, if it get necessary

Been legendary in the streets of the H

Cause I stay ridin 4's, puttin candy in your face... mayne

This drink got me leanin, I ain't smoke all day so I'm fienin

I'm feelin like I'm livin and I'm livin like I'm dreamin

My candy slab gleamin, I pass with a flash

Smashin the gas, ?? boyz on glass

Swang like I'm bout to crash, then I hook the other way

Make my slab sway, down here that's how we play

Ridin down that MLK, chunkin dueces to that Trae (Where you at, Trae?)

Niggas on the grind mayne, boys is on they J

I got diamons on my collar, shoes say prada

Shades say the same, I'ma kill them on them mayne

While I'm workin wood grain, I'ma Hogg on the road

I make 'em move around, like them laws on they roll

Trunk steady hummin, you hear me when I'm comin

Beat hittin hard, soundin like a drummer drummin

Everyday I stay stuntin, ain't gon' to stop 'til I'm dead

On the Northside we ride blue, not the red