Down South Hustlaz (feat. Slim Thug & Paul Wall)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay we in Houston with this shit right now man (Shit right now man), uh huh

Hey Paul! Hey Paul Wall, where the, I need some rubber bands bruh

Hey break out that money bag Paul, what's up man?

All my bitches say I'm dirtier then a motherfucker (Uh huh)

Pineapple Fanta and it's dirtier then a motherfucker (What)

Shout out to Bun, I'm ridin' dirtier then a motherfucker (Ay, ay)

A half a million, all 20's, it got blood on it

Presidential day-day, and it's flooded homie (Ay)

I just left the car lot and spent another check (Skrt)

Hunnid band profit, and I didn't break a sweat (Oh)

I dozed off on that drank and almost had another wreck (God damn)

My lil' bitch stay mad at me 'cause I don't get no rest (Ay, ay)

I'm always out here chasin' money so she get no sex (What)

I'm in that drop top, bangin', screwin', burnin' rubber **** (Uh huh)

I'm down in Houston on that boss shit like Thugga **** (Yeah)

Got everything on my own so I'm like fuck a ****

World wide cross the country stackin' ruffle snigga

She a good girl, but lil' mama bad though

She got a small waist with a fat ass though

Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though

Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door

I got G's out in Memphis that'd kill for me (That'd kill for me)

And everywhere I go the hood still love me (Love me)

'Cause Thugga is a hustler, Thugga is a boss

Thugga made it through them droughts on the nasty north (You seen me)

Me and Paul still tippin', sippin with the Dolph (Red fo')

Got 'em ridin', red fo's, breakin' boys off (Huh)

Kottonmouth Kush blunts, back to back

Nowadays ridin' Rovers but still keep a clean 'Lac

Thank God e'ryday I ain't gotta sell packs

I ain't tryna see the FED's, I like my bed where it's at

Countin' these stacks like Im gettin' platinum plaques

Livin' that boss life, breakin' hoes like the mack

She a good girl, but lil' mama bad though (Uh huh)

She got a small waist with a fat ass though

Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though

Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door

(Slim Thug, Paul Wall)

No nuts means no money (No money)

Mo money you must be a dummy (Be a dummy)

No dummy that's a fifth wheel (Fifth wheel)

It's only March, but this my fifth grill (Fifth grill)

Packin' the steel, chain' the mill

Workin' the wheel, yeah I'm the man (Man)

Make me a ticket I fuck it all off

Codeine, that bronze, and kush 'cause I can

Chain with the chonk, a 70 grand (Chonk)

Trunk with the bang, it sound like a band

Whenever I pass, it's turnt like a 'vent

Pardon me girl, I know she a fan (I know she a fan)

On lean with the Xan, Backwood packed with 3 or 4 grams (3 to 4 grams)

Thumbin' through money, got codeine sweatin' out all of my glands (All of my glands)

Oil change, this new drank just ain't the same

Scopin' out boppers, long range

But not for profit, they chasin' change

She a good girl, but lil' mama bad though (Uh huh)

She got a small waist with a fat ass though (Oh)

Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though (Ay, ay)

Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door (Yuh)

Sixteen-six, sixteen-six, sixteen-six, sixteen-six, six, six, six