Chorus: Big TWanna be a -- baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
Call her gettin laid tonight

Swisha rolled tight got sprayed by Ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!

A better way better way YEAH-AHHHH[Yungstar]
I'mma -- baller I'mma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala diamond rottweiller

I-10 hauler not a leader not follower
Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left a right I'm outta sight I'm throwed

I'm bouncin off the road Im in a mode n fo dem throw dem
Take it to 'em -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along

I'm hot find me lookin good diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me

For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'mma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'mma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'

I'mma lit the stash green man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens and nice byzantinesChorus[Fat Pat]
Big ballin smashin makin my ends

Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
Big ballin smashin makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz

In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes get froze as you see my low

Candy-red two-do' let my top down slow
Hittin my remote sittin in my %#@!
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit

It don't quit as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide watch me highside

Fat Pat blowin killa can't be denied
187 thugs oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and aboveChorus[Lil' Will]

Sittin' Fat Down South rollin Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got signin with Shortstop
And that's for real so tell me how you feel

To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your
Really really don't give a $#&@ and I ain't drinkin on no beer

Codeine what I sip pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hittin' fo' life baby it's SouthSide
We on a $#&@in mission Expedition Navigator

That's how we be ridin alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face and that's for real
Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will

Down with the 2 Low Yungstar be a thug
So ^!$$% ^!$$% what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone you know it's goin down

Represent that H-Town pop trunks surround by soundChorus[Yungstar]
I gots to get better man it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone

Broke in two chrome now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- man it got colder

I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Links in Kuwait got links in Pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan

Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin out ^!$$%s they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grills ??

Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget DenDen
Boobie diamond Ruby's I'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top on Scott and you know I'm in a jacuzzi

Bourban and I'm swervin man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemon drive my tight'um off the lot David TaylorChorus[Hawk]
I hit the highway

Everything's my way I par-le
Everyday all day ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood

Chop chop chop headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend

Big bout it Benz -- as I floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores
Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors -- I contstantly close

All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- ain't no time to play
Commence to $#&@in and-a suckin on the H.A.W.KChorus