Braids & Fades (feat. Slim Thug)

Man, hold up, the best from the north

Done connected with the best from the south

Ha-ha, Wreckshop and Swishahouse baby

Slim Thug and E.S.G. putting it all in your muhfuckin' face

So no matter what you boys out there banging

Know what I'm talkin' bout, Michael Watts on the north

We banging Screw over here, ain't nothing but love baby

We come together to make this paper

Gon' show you how it's going down for the 9-9 baby, like this

Picture me balling, while I be crawling in a Hummer

See I be's a fool boy that's why I brought out my toy for the summer

Rolling my wineberry red, TVs behind my head

Since I signed down with Wreckshop, got all them haters scared

Now boppers turn they head when they see me popped up on fo's

Gray insides or buckhide with my suicide doors

Cop five G's a show, dropped two ki's of snow

Saran wrapped it in plastic so the F-E-D's won't know

Young **** my dick hang low, so bitches watch this man wreck

You can blame it on the bar or them damn Xanax

Bumping our Benz, blue lens, twenties spin, I'm flexing

South Park, break jaws like Marshall Law do on Tekken

Wreckshop and Swishahouse wrecking, they say that can't nobody stop us

**** we bail in the V-12, with the gray pieces on the bottom

Underground tapes, we drop 'em, button blades we chop 'em

E.S.G. and Slim Thug, so look here cuz you can't knock it

Now when I come down I be blowing up the north

And when I come down I be chucking up the south

Swishahouse and Wreckshop don't stop, body rocking in the drop

Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block

Say what, them boppers bop

And uh

Them choppers chop

Swishahouse and Wreckshop, nuh uh, we can't be stopped

Say what, them boppers bop

And uh

Them choppers chop

I heard you want proof

I heard you want that Michael Watts

Well it's the Mr. Slim Thug straight off the north or down south

See I floss, big body boss and represent Swishahouse

Live on the top of my city and I sit on top of 4-4's

I stay on top of my game, and lay on top of these hoes

I be cocked up on three

From Homestead to G.C.

It's R.I.P. to P-A-T 'cause ain't no plexing by me

See Slim and E.S.G., stay playa made and get paid

On the north with Gucci shades and keep a fresh set of braids

From Gulf Bank to Cavalcade, the north side ride pride

See I'm loud on buck eyed as my drop top glide

No we can't be denied, 'cause it's the Swishahouse time

For 9-8 got on the grind and 9-9 I'ma shine

The north and south done put it down, it's R.I.P. to all plex

We'd rather roll fresh, G.S. Lexs with baguettes on our necks

Ain't nothing but playas in Houston Tex, whether we got braids or fades

'Cause it don't matter where you from long as you trying to get paid

Now when I come down I be blowing up the north

And when I come down I be chucking up the south

Swishahouse and Wreckshop don't stop, body rocking in the drop

Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block

45 South, the interstate

Get the weight the pyrex shake

Trunk shake, break a scrap plate off that 288

And I'm, flossing off on that I-45

With Mario on my side, playing 9-9 live

Candy spray on top of the gray

Ball and parlay we playa made

We be shining, piece full of diamonds

Reclining with a razor fade

It's that Homestead till I'm dead

Where boys ain't scared to go fed

Roll candy blue and that red, with zig-zags in our head

We drop the screen ****, we looking clean ****

We dripping grain, swang and bang from South Main to Martin Luther King ****

From 5th Ward to Acres Home, is where I roam

Where them thugs buy it, bought it got they hand on the chrome

It's from the Clarke, to the Park

From the Tre to the Fo'

Wreckshop and Swishahouse finna shut the doors on the hoes

And uh, them boppers bop, see uh, them choppers chop

Swishahouse and Wreckshop **** know we can't be stopped

Now when I come down I be blowing up the north

And when I come down I be chucking up the south

Swishahouse and Wreckshop don't stop, body rocking in the drop

Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block

Say what, them boppers bop

And uh

Them choppers chop

Swishahouse and Wreckshop, nuh uh, we can't be stopped

Say what, them boppers bop

And uh

Them choppers chop

I heard you want proof

I heard you want that Michael Watts

Now when I come down I be blowing up the north

And when I come down I be chucking up the south

Swishahouse and Wreckshop don't stop, body rocking in the drop

Slim Thug and E.S.G., riding on threes bleeding the block

Say what, them boppers bop

And uh

Them choppers chop

Swishahouse and Wreckshop, nuh uh, we can't be stopped

Say what, them boppers bop

And uh

Them choppers chop

I heard you want proof

I heard you want that Michael Watts