[Hook - 4x]
I say them 3rd Coast G's, roll on 4's and 3's
Popping trunk and blowing skunk, the dropper's raining TV's
[Grace]
We Southside G's swang 4's and 3's, customized B-L-A-D's
Pulling up on droppers and choppers, and both be raining TV's
Customized candy paint dripping, everyday all day parlay sipping
84's and 4's on the crack jump Lac, but the V-12 20 is tipping
We Southwest thoed and we tripping, steady bouncing turn on crunk corners
Fin to do that blue like Screw, and see my candy street raised diploma
First the Lac in the wind, Escalade navigating the Hummer
Gripping my wood it's understood, blue candy gray leather runner
Chopping boys up for the summer, like B.G. bitch I'm a stunner
Straight Profit soldier sitting swoll, low key down low on the under
Doing my thang as I swang, on nothing but 4's and 3's
Live by my life on the hustle, stay on my Q's and P's
Stack a thee put out c.d.'s, and keep my big body swanging
Up in the S as I blast, parlaying smoking and drinking
Hogging the lane we swang, the 4's and tre's be poking
We Southside riders true gliders, tipping on haters we toking
[Hook - 4x]
[Z-Ro]
I'm a killer for real you better ask somebody, me and F-A-T up in a black Mazeratti
Z-Ro pimping the pen and getting dividends, with a shank that'll finger fuck your body
I'mma do my thang when I grip the grain, turning everybody head in the turning lane
Running up on me murder mayn, I'm sipping on codeine fuck a hurricane
And I'mma roll on 4's running up the block, I ball out of control at Ridgevan at the spot
20 shots out a Glock with a beam on top, and everybody go to running in the parking lot
TV's in the head rest got killer for stress, a lil' Gucci unit everytime I dress
You don't get another chance with a first impress, so when I pick up the mic a nigga bound to wreck
Nigga what's up vato como estas, leather coat pipe bomb with chrome on red tires
I'mma shoot to kill steady flipping in a coupe deville, Guerilla Maab make a motherfucker neck break
Trying to watch it's so obvious that be geeking, I know they be trying to stop
Steady reclining tops, I got a beam on niggas don't act right I bet they gon mind my dot
Z-Ro and Grace making a motherfucking get away, put the shit back in the Jag
So put the white cup back in the pack, and I'mma put a pad back in the pen Benjamin Franklin back in the stack
If you swang tonight you gon ride, fuck around and get crunk and that ass gon slide
Gripping the grain up in the turning lane, coming down South mayn nothing but that Southside
[Hook - 4x]
[Grace]
When we rolling we swolling, true playas sit fat down South
Knocking our cavities freezing gravity, blue baguettes in the mouth
Sevilles and wheel spokes turning, codeine drank and we burning
When we cock heat up in cognito, steady dipping the sherms
[Wood]
I'm coming down I'm showing up, I'm po'ing up I'm popping trunk
I'm mashing candy coated car, and that Grace he got the skunk
We ride on 4's and ride 3's, on V-O-G-U-E's
Radios touch screen, and the TV DVD
You can see the trunk waving, leaving every city location
Counter-clockwise smoking weed, and it's burning in rotation
Skating across the Interstate, the laws want to arrest a G
Cause I'm with the S.U.C., in a SUV and our recipe
Is blow on the dank and, po' up the drank
Drive a slab like a tank and, stack up all your bank
Cause it's all about the dolla, playa M-O-B
I ride on 4's and ride 3's, it's the W double O-D