[Chorus: Slim Thug]

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' .44s

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' .44s

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]

Now look who creepin', look who crawlin', still ballin' in the mix

It's that six-six, long dick, slim nigga stickin' your chick

Pullin' tricks, lookin' slick at all times when I'm flippin'

Barre sippin', car dippin', Grant wood grain grippin'

Still tippin' on four fours (Still tippin' on four fours) wrapped in four Vogues (Wrapped in four Vogues)

Pimpin' four hoes (Pimpin' four hoes) and I'm packin' four-fours (And I'm packin' four-fours)

Blowin' on that indo', GameCube, Nintendo

Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window

These niggas don't understand me 'cause I'm Boss Hogg on candy

Top-down at Maxi's with a big Glock 9 handy

Pieced up, creased up, stayin' dressed to impress

Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell & Ness

Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade

When I'm ridin', Sprewells slidin' like an escapade

I got it made, the big boss of the north

Ain't shit changed, I still represent SwishaHouse, huh?

[Chorus: Slim Thug]

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' .44s

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' .44s

[Verse 2: Mike Jones]

Four-fours I'm tippin', wood grain I'm grippin'

Catch me lane switchin' with the paint drippin'

Turn your neck and your dame missin'

Me and Slim, we ain't trippin'

I'm figure flippin' and syrup sippin'

Like do or die, I'm po' pimpin'

Car stop, rims keep spinnin'

I'm flippin' drop with invisible tops

Hoes bop when my drop step out

I'm shakin' the block with four eighteens

Candy green with eleven screens

My gasoline always supreme

Got doe doe to burn with a pint of lean

It takes grindin' to be a king, it takes grindin' to be a king

First Round Draft Picks comin', Who is Mike Jones comin'

Slab shinin' with the grill and woman

Slab shinin' with the grill and woman

I'm Mike Jones, (Who?) Mike Jones

The one and only, you can't clone me

Got a lot of haters and a lot of homies, some friends and some phony

Back then, hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me

Back then, hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me

Back then, hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me (I said)

Back then, hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me

[Chorus: Slim Thug]

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' .44s

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' .44s

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

What it do? It's Paul Wall, I'm the people's champ

My chain light up like a lamp 'cause now I'm back with the camp

I'm crawlin' similar to an ant 'cause I'm low to the Earth

People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth

I got eighty-fours pokin' out, at the club, I'm showin' out

I'm a player, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout

Biggest diamonds off in my mouth, princess cuts all in my chain

Wood grain all in my range, drippin' stains when I switch lanes

Switched the name, it's still the same, SwishaHouse or SwishaBlast

Mike Jones, he runnin' the game and Magnificent 'bout his cash

Michael Watts, he made me hot, hard work took me to the top

G. Dash took me to the lot, he wrote a check and bought a drop

I got the internet goin' nuts

But T. Farris got my back, so now I'm holdin' my nuts

It's Paul Wall, baby, what you know 'bout me?

I'm on that 59 Southlea, baby, holler at me

[Chorus: Slim Thug]

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' .44s

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four Vogues

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' .44s