Talk to em man
That's right
You see us swaggin' huh?
Ahh
We leanin' for sure
Got diamonds everywhere
A gleam for gleams
H-Time
H-Time
Say Southside still holdin' Southside
still strollin' Southside still rollin'
And hey,
we ain't goin' nowhere now man No time soon,
in fact,
we gon' be out all night
Just like the moon I'm a YSP nigga,
fly as can be nigga
In the old school and polycocked up on three nigga
One in the swang swangin' One on the hang hangin'
Trump bang bangin' Me I'm swang swangin'
Lane to lane with the top underneath the car I'm a Southside superstar
Fresh cups hold up so to mix nice with bar I'm a mob style outlaw I'm
respected in these streets Protected in these streets From the south
to the north I'm connected in these streets So when you see us comin'
through in those DTSs and CTSs Just know we be the freshest in H-Time
Fresh fresh Uh huh, you see us swangin' man
That's right,
that's right We leanin' for sure
Bling bling nigga Day two
I'm back,
you know I'm back I'm sittin' low but large,
backin' out the garage In a brand new found Bentley,
a Nage With the neighbor seat,
it's not a Mirage I'm on my way,
so shall I say,
bon voyage?
Cause I'm a good wheel handler,
boulevard scrambler Big money,
I'm action,
action girl,
thanks When I pull up on side of your ride,
it might ride for sure
I'm prone to jamming,
choppin' night cool * down From the head to the grind,
cause you already know How we do it in Nape Stone,
in the ride I'm ridin' in Got strings all in it,
bitches on deck They wanna be seen all in it,
I mean my team is strong My bling has grown,
I'm a hustler,
look at me My green is long,
so when you see me in these streets Doin' my thing,
just know that young C-Ward is ballin' in part of Lane
You know,
candy cars,
watch the baby fall asleep I'm sippin' on that bar,
and really impressed
I'm sippin' on my wrist,
I'm a-dumbin',
talkin' my drift
Used to Texas where I live,
and I can't get there
You see I'm dismissin' the top on a sunny
Sunday Actin' the ears ass for H-A-Duck-K
So I swings and I swang and I swang to the
level Pop my trunk for a big house deal
Swings and I swang and I swang to the
level Pop my trunk for a big house deal
Swing,
swing,
swing,
swing,
swing,
swing,
swing,
level,
level Pop my trunk for a big house deal
That's why you already know,
that's why we rollin' slow
Slim feet next to me and he rollin' dro
V-I in the back, sleep off a potent foe
Mob style and Voss hog, we sold for show
And when we glow, you can see our blingy bling
All these beautiful bright ringstones in the pinkie ring
I mean,
they don't call this a pinkie ring for nothing
So holla at me if you don't know the meaning of stuntin'
And if you real, you can get rich with me
And if not, we gon' put you out your misery
And this track here has been officially
Stamp signed and sealed by Chris Ward and Mr. Lee
We're rollin' candy cars,
watch the baby pose,
sway
We're sippin' on that bar and we're leanin' high
I got diamonds on my wrist and diamonds all in my grill
And you Texas where I live and I keep it true