It's that boy Lil Mario, I'm finna wreck one mo' 'gain

Hit that North Plaza, get a bottle, dip the sticks in the den

Fade 'em all as they come, droppin' hoes one by one

From that North, South, East and West, pimpin' hoes just for fun

Showin' skills, Swishahouse, represent that damn North

I'ma come down, real Inwood grain, I'ma toss

Shakin' bass, slice and chop with that boy Michael Watts

I see that boy Slim Thug comin' through in the drop

Hurtin' hoes, flippin' '4s, Acres home 4-4

Swang and bang, left to right, workin' wood mo' mo'

Candy paint, it be so wet, blindin' fools wearin' locs

Stick my hand out the sun roof, throwin' up that 4-4

Gawd City what I claim, ain't a damn thang changed

Now them boys startin' to hate 'cause I'm reachin' for fame

So believe what he say, Northside don't sleep

It's that '98 niggawood wreckin' the beat

It's that boy Slim Thug

What's up, huh?

My boys on that good thang

What's up to them boys on that homestead, huh?

Huh

I'm ridin' that block and got that pop trunk wavin'

It's a bird, it's a plane, see now bitches be stavin'

That boy a big paid and I'm playin' player to win

Ridin' in the marble drop, got the pop back end

Showin' my gold grin, four deep on the Main

Smokin' on Mary Jane with 80 rocks in my brain

I maintain to stack G's, flippin' on 83's

Ridin' down the boulevard, I'm deaded like a disease

These Northside straight thieves be gettin' crunk on the mic

Hittin' switches, bubble lights, brighten up the whole night

Swang from left to right, from 5th Ward to 4-4, huh

I walk and stop and go, puffin' on the Optimo

I play my flow chopped and slow with bitches on bop

Michael Watts rock the block like Slim Thug rock Koch

Ain't got no time for these bitches, crooked snitches and hoes

I got my mind on my swangers, I fell in love with my '4s

I'm tryna flip them big rolls at the age of 18

This young thug be movin' drugs for the American dream

I'm still big slab shakin', still killin' all hatin'

Still flowin', goin' off with an album in makin'

I'm still collectin' my riches with these switches I play

And '98, it's goin' down with Slim Thug and T. Grey

I'ma throw up the deuce 'cause enough has been said

Before I go, what's up, Inwood and my boys on the'sted, huh

Yes sir, comin' from that Gawd City

Chillin' on this homestead with that boy Michael Watts

J-Dawg in this bitch

Finna wreck this bitch

I'm wreckin' beats on the North, Acres home in effect

Comin' down grippin' grain with a piece of chain on my neck

Representin' the Brick, that's them Boyz to the G's

Smokin' trees, poppin' threes, movin' keys overseas

Comin' out that H-Town, man, the home of the Rockets

It's that Lone Star State, you hoes hate but can't knock it

5 Stones in my pocket, diamond rings with the cut

Chillin' with Big Bo, ridin' big Trojan truck

Finna hit them big beats, blowin' sweets and Freon

Smokin' skunk, poppin' Trunks, tryna shake the peons

Paper chasin' for life, I got a million dollar plot

Wreckin' beats on that North with that boy Michael Watts