Slim Thug - PoUp Justice lyrics
rate meWelcome to texas, third time with pow wow
It’s going down, I keep em dime
And keep them 9’s, my diamonds shine, I keep em blind
Recking shit like it’s 99, that’s how we do it in the extra time
Fuck it, I’ma go and slow it down
Pass the 4, pour it now
Still here, haters the in the rear
Anytime I disappear, old school, plenty coast is clear
Still count c notes all year
I’m balling, I’m a shining star
Y’all niggas is fallen
Them bad bitches still calling
Went from 4’s to rarri crawlin
Growlin ass on the highway, I get high everyday
I stay fly everyday, fuck your bitch in every way
H town that’s where I stay, still rippin like I used to
Still hot like I used to, still stuntin like I used to
Still comin through something new
Like I done the last 10 plus
You niggas alright, but you ain’t us
Switch v12, eat my dust
I’m a hogan, back when texas just came from new orleans
I’ve been doing this shit so long man, I’m so tired of balling
[Hook]
We be tippin, goldie sippin, never trippin
We just getting money
Cause that’s how walk feels
War, no city equals home
Welcome back to texas, go and grab your styrofoam, and pour up
We be tippin, goldie sippin, never trippin
We just getting money
Cause that’s how ...steady grinding
Welcome back to texas, go and grab your styrofoam, and pour up
Bitch I’m thawed, sideways like packy out
Broads wanna wipe me down like a paper towel
I’m at the gallery, I’m followed by a kush cloud
Paper stacked, I love to pile
So I buy what I want just like prowl
Pull up and that engine growl, in vale and that panty drop em
Slim thugga right behind me in the traffic stop him
I’m in the frenchies drive through in a maseratti
These boys talking full of shit like reporter pilot
Hold up, I’m sin crookin on chrome
Blowin stank, I’m stackin bank, bluetooth hands free phone
Sippin paint, my spite paint, my jewelry ain’t no lone
If you talkin down on the texas, better leave me the fuck alone
My money long, that’s way all known
Just look at the shit I own
And I got too much money to make ...to be worrying bout emtying a bitch bone
My mind gone, my top blown,
I’m thowed, my drank cold, my dank roll
My bankroll is whoa!
