Lyrics:

Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel
Trunks steady bumpin grillz steady comin'

I takin' off down the runway broad day Sunday haters lookin' at me I ain't playin' nutin but gunplay
Hand on the grain while I'm swangin on the oneway boppas everywhere I see it'll be a fun day
I might as well stay up all night till its Monday my shit will prob end up where my son stay
Got baby momma drama cause the bitch drivin' a hyndai and I got a rolls g up hoes still down till I'm down watch me act a damn clown
Haterz sit around makin' muthafuckas frown flippin through my town tryin' to see what the fucks up boss city ballas
Niggas get ur bucks up I gotta king ranch that'll make you put trunks up
Looks like them other boys ran all their luck up
Damn sho can't touch us we them true bosses you know how we do it fool we holdin' up flosses

Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel
Trunks steady bumpin grillz steady comin'

Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel hand on the steel cause them haterz on my heelz
Make me a mill and done it before the deal
Dem other boys lien slim thugga speak the real
Candy paint shinin 5th wheel reclinin caddy goin' topless like them dancers at the diamond
Boss yeah blindin and everybody lookin' and where I'm from women ain't the only ones cookin
Boyz gettin' paid pushin caddy escalade still roll vogs used to roll blades
Braids in tha face when we rep tha north side
And you ain't ridin' slabs if that ain't swangas on ur ride


Ready for whatever if you think thug is scary ill unload the glock if it gets necessary
Been legendary in the streets of the h 'cause I stay ridin' 4s putin candy in ur face mayne

Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel
Trunks steady bumpin grillz steady comin'

This drink got me leanin I ain't smoked all day so I'm fienin I'm feelin' like I'm livin' and I'm livin' like I'm dreamin'
My candy slab gleamin I pass with a flash
Smashin the gas find them boyz on glass
Swangin bout to crash then I look the other way
Make my slab sway down here that's how we play
Ridin' down mlk chuckin dueces to that trae (where you at trae)
Niggas on the grind mayne boyz is on the j
I got diamonds on my colla shoes say prada shades say the same ima kill them on it mayne
While I'm workin on the grain ima hog on the road
I make 'em move around like them laws on rolls
Trunk steady hummin you hear me when I'm comin' beat hittin hard soundin like a drummer drummin
Everyday I stay stuntin ain't goin' to stop till I'm dead on the north side we ride blue not the red

Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel
Trunks steady bumpin grillz steady comin'