It's nothing but the screwing with Troy
Yeah, you don't know
5 minutes on the radio
It's nothing but the screwing with Troy
Yeah, you don't know
5 minutes on the radio
It's nothing but the screwing with Troy
Hold up
One time for my boy DJ Noble on the beats man
Yeah
One time for all the real slow lane drivers man
You feel me?
It's that boy T. OG Ron C. Chop Stars
One minute slow lane,
and boy you pay
Slow lane,
Noble was going direct
It's nothing but the screwing with Troy Yeah,
you don't know
5 minutes on the radio It's nothing but the screwing with Troy
Yeah,
you don't know 5 minutes on the radio
It's nothing but the screwing with Troy
Yeah, you don't know
5 minutes on the radio
And that's all I have,
it's nothing but a screw-up
I'm out swinging candy blue,
they don't know what I've been through
I've been screwing since 92,
my cone full of gorilla glue
I'm busting plays,
I'm in the H,
blue diamonds all up in your face
Caesar Texas on the plates,
my spaceship,
thank you,
I'm the space
Got the leather in the wood,
got the angel on the hood
Got them Texan wire wheels,
I bet them haters wish they could
Gorillas beating up my trunk,
it's out of control,
I'm double covered DJ Nobu on the beat so we gon' keep on poking up
All my slabs is candy,
I'm still waiting on my granny Paint weather down
to dolphin but they ain't nowhere near my enemy
Still coming down with low gangsta,
poking out on four swangers Rapping ain't no gross slanger,
sock she on my coat hanger
Still coming down with low,
I went backtrack,
trucking under,
I'm a slug,
slugging like a cradle
I'm a slug,
slug,
trucking under,
I'm a slug,
slug,
trucking under
I been in your city,
they swang too,
I'm a hustler so I make moves
I'm certified,
don't pay dues,
I'm outside,
need some babe shoes to get money from these raps
All these other rappers cap,
I drop swing and let my lack and ditto tour across the map
I got a passport with stamps,
my music makes them flick their headlamps
And my slab on my head,
they dance,
them boys ain't never had no chance
I been doing this way too long,
y'all wanna smoke these shoes too strong
I be sliding up too prong,
I flow forever,
no look too long
I be going off the hip for real,
this King Johnny that did my grill
H-Town with them boys is screwed on me and Bang,
and Bang,
what's the deal
If you grind,
you gonna shine,
labels come,
you ain't gotta sign
Charge money if you want my time,
then slowly whip them dollars out
City on me,
I be bumpin' truck,
and them girls sluggin' my truck
They don't know,
I ain't a slug,
not a trucker,
and them girls sluggin' my truck
I don't know,
I don't know,
it's nothing but the screw on my truck