Well 1 time for your mind let a playa come through
I'm sippin' on a 4 and I'm jammin' on that screw
It's southside playaz and it's playa'd down productions
Cuz a young nigga got a million dollar function
Livin' so thowed in this game
Drankin' drank got me what thowed in the game
Now I'm thinkin' stacks
Marbled do' 'lacs
Moved up the 3 20 benz is how I act
A little bit crazy
Fuck these damn ladies
All up on my dangalang cuz of Mercedes
Really a'int wit'it
Let that 9 milli' start spittin'
Round after round and droppin' playa-haterz down
From the other side
You start plexing
It's that south side 3rd Ward fuckin' Texas
Boys don't know I'm candy red up on the scene
A young nigga sippin' codeine with my mug on mean
With that Fat to the Pat
How the fuck you gon' act
A rat-tat-tat-tat with my 9 millimeter Gat
So boys better raise the fuck up off me
Cuz that boy Mike D is living like John fuckin' Gotti
In the game

Niggas keep looking for my Bourbon on them choppers
But we be flipping through the south in helicopters
'bout to land in the Clover
And no it a'int over
You got my boy [?] but I'm also going fed
Cuz I got my damn seal on my side
Where ever the fuck I go I packs my Gat up in my ride
Them niggas think I'm slippin'
But hell naw we a'int
That's all we do is sippin'
Syrup and the paint
My boy Mike D got a whole cup of lean
Them south side playaz actin' bad on the scene
That's all we do is think
The fuckin' playaz do
Come down south you see me actin' bad up out the roof
Me and that Will Lean 'bout to get the stacks made
Got to come through this muthafucka on this chrome and blade
Put them damn buttons on the 600 V-12
I know these niggas can tell
These young niggas hold well down south
So what you talkin' 'bout
A nigga got the whole bunch of diamonds in his mouth
About to spit game to a young fuckin' 'tender
Cuz that's all I got is 1 to get up in her

I woke up early
I jumped in that butter
Start dippin' 4's let the Vogues burn rubber
I swung then I swang you know a nigga swing
I pulled up at that light on that Bellfort and that King
Big bag of sweets
Screw had the spark
I clicked on the bubbles cuz it just turned dark
Hurtin' workin' wood
Dang they're grippin' grant
Hands-free phone  just ballin' in a slant
Showin' naked ass and the stories bein' told
17 hundred wineberry over gold
Front foreign yonder
Ike got me comin'
Glassy chromey grill with the diamonded out woman
I pull in [?] puttin' the [?] in my shit
Reflection off the belts as I drive the bumper kit
Holdin' that 9
Gotta protect mine
16 times if they wanna bump and grind
[?] pop the top and let the wind come in
Shiny gold grill so you know I had to grin
I see that Fat Pat and that boy made a pill
Back up on his feet cuz that young nigga real
[?] and [?]
Keke showin' love to that Baytown
We throwing up the deuce
And giving niggas dab
You know south side acting bad on the slab
I'm throwing up the deuce
And giving niggas dab
My nigga Fat Pat [?] to represent the slab

I'm throwing up the deuce and giving dab
Coming down the boulevard just holding slab
Bumper kit recline yella hoes mine
Drop my top then turn up it 1 time
Swanging on the corner
Blowing marijuana
It's the Fat Pat and them haters are a goner
On my block with my Glock cocked off safety
Niggas wanna try me but I know I just be waiting
Looking in my rear view
Seeing through my 'sace
Watching nothing but yella bone hoes just watch me
Sippin' codeine and we mob on the scene
H-Town Texas coming through like a dream
Sitting so low in the big-big bourbon
Coming down 6-deep playas what swerving
Fled off the roof glass made of bulletproof
If a nigga plex I got diamonds on my tooth
'bout to break loose when I'm in the drop top
Front side to side pancake drop the top
Everybody feel a nigga shining
It's that Fat Pat and the haters gotta remind them
That we be holding extra Glock it don't stop red beam
Southside playas D.E.A. like a dream