Freestyle-Fat Pat/Spree/Big Moe

Trunks pop tops drop, and the front end hop Paint flop screens on, acting bad in the song Yeah it's on riding chrome, balling at my home Texas plates don't hate, showing up in the state Can't wait get it straight, while the front end break Paid the cost to be the boss, looking good when I floss Sunshine let it down, turn it up and clown Fool around hit your block, trunk going on knock Let it up let it pop, light up the whole block Southside how we hold, on a gangsta stroll Music hitting so hard, knocking off side mold Hit the highway hooting, dro go on let it roll Po' up the drank fire it up, make sho' the windows closed On chrome high side, throwing up the Southside [chorus] Trunks keep popping Tops keep dropping down here, yeah Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop Now what's up H-Town, cause we know that they feel us Three wheeler 4 peeler, acting bad for scrilla Swisha burna bouncing turner, sitting low on 4's I'm pulling through the lot, slamming do's on buttons And I'ma slide slide, slippidy slide Pop trunk let it down, show up in my ride Roll out the red carpet, never buy it from punks Valet piece and chain, starched and my chain Hit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dub Got killa in the club, for after the club One more time for they mind, I'ma gon put it down It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clown I just wanna drop it, aaaa-aall night long Yeah, yeeeeah, I just wanna drop it All night long yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it [chorus x2] And you laced on the game, that cost a fee Bouncing on the track, with P-A-T Now they see how it be, I'm just a G Cocked up on three, blowing on a whole tree See me in the drop, crawling down on boys Right behind him is the Lincoln, my favorite toy Candy red with the screens, and I'm riding on cream Mean mugs triple beams, make reality a dream Sipping lean sticky green, make em cloud the whole scene Europeans what the deal, making all haters chill While I show my naked skills, gripping wood grain grills Running lights shining bright, floating smooth as a kite Trunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hats Where they at where they at, 'fore I pull out my gat Looking good it's understood, flossing for my hood Taking pride in my ride, like every playa should [chorus x4] Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop [x3]