On the Southside 
Candy sprayed, looking so live 84's and vogues, we glide 
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down [Trae] 
I'm still low behind tints, swanging to 
Southwest 
A lot of shit on my mind, still living the stretch 
Screw-U I miss you, ain't a damn thang changed 
To the day 
I'm deceased, 
I'ma rep the name 
Holding it down for the 
South, and the 
S.U.C. Ahead of the pack, forever 
S.L.A.B. And swanging 4's and vogues, low with 
T.V.'s The trunk popped up, and showing that 
I'm a G Out the 
Dirty Southside, of 
H-T-X In a throwback drop, or a four do' 
Lex With a throw away glock, when a nigga got plex 
I'm fresh off the block, slow-mo in a 
Vet Peep game when 
I grip the grain, 
I'm off the chain 
Down the baseline, and cross over the lane 
Like A.I., my game is too fly 
Blue over gray, when 
I pass on by 
I'm a B-E-
T, and a Southwest thug 
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs 
Scrubs, back back give me fifty 
Cause wanna be thugs, don't get no love 
From the Maab or the click, 
Slow Loud 
And Bangin' 
From the beginning to end, 
I ain't never changing 
And the East to 
Westcoast, is what 
I'm ranging 
That candy blue, on locks that 
I'm staging 
Rearranging, your changing thoughts 
When I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars 
Like Randy 
Moss, I'ma play the field 
On the hunt for a mill, displaying my skills 
Southsive for live, repping my block 
My hood on fire, streets is on lock 
With the shit that 
I got, I'm never gon stop 
For Screw 
I'ma punch the gas, to the top [Hook x2] [Trae] 
If I'm pulling out the garage, better believe it's mine 
And if the light is on me, then 
I'ma go on and shine 
Baller block niggaz, on glass when 
I hop the lane 
It's a damn shame, the way my top drop and swang 
My slab doubling, and niggaz be thinking that it's a game 
Trae ain't the same, and leading the line like a train 
And I'm in the cockpit, that glide like a plane 
When I'm on 
Fondren, I be heading down to 
Main Like a pimp, hoes 
I got by the flock 
In a CMC, and low key from cops 
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots 
I put about four 
G's, up in the stash spot 
Bleeding the block, at night when 
I get my cash 
And wood all on my dash, with leather under my ass 2-55, with full speed to mash 
When the bops on the block, 
I'm full speed to pass 
Like Dizzy 
Young, cause 
I'm young and raw 
With no love for the law, that hate a young thug 
That's real in the streets, and never been fake 
With artillery, for niggaz that 
I hate Cause 
I'm playa, ain't no way to knock that 
When it come to the click, you know 
I got that 
So you cats, better play the back field 
Cause I'm the homerun king champ, and 
I'm next to bat 
For the Dirty 
Southside, and the 
Wild Wild 
West When it quick to click, or putting the drama to rest 
I'm telling these cats, they don't wanna test 
Cause the click full of 
G's, just might cause a mess 
When they in black 
Houpes, and they ready to ride 
Believe me, 
G-Maab ain't playing no games 
I ride for the set, to the day 
I quit And if it ever come to that, then it's over mayn [Hook x2] [Trae] 
I represent for the 
Dirty 3rd, when 
I shake the block 
For P-A-T and 
Mafio, I'ma drop the drop 
Body rock and catch hot, when these haters jock 
And on top of that, watching these boppers bop 
On a G like 
Trae, since back in the day 
When I tip the 
Houpe, and flipped up 
Few Quay South 
Klique for life, with 
BJ And Lil' 
Shay My brother 
Jay'Ton, and the rest of 
S.K. But now 
I'm in a first class, four do' slab 
Getting my shine on, and beating up the 
Ave. Still on the 
Southside, got niggaz mouth wide 
Piss me off, and 
I'ma fuck up they inside 
Outside, when 
I let up my trunk 
Six fifteens, and yep they gon bump 
Think of touching my shit, you bound to get stomped 
I ain't never been a punk, you chose to get dumped 
One deep or with a click, 
I'm still gon ball 
In a DTS, the screens is gon fall 
T-R-A-E, I play the game raw 
Fin to set this shit off, with no time to stall 
For the Screw 
K3, they done dropped the chain 
And the guerilla got loose, that they tried to tame 
And now they feeling this one, from 
H-Town to 
Spain Now niggaz in the game, be looking so lame 
When they see my 4's, running niggaz out the way 
When I'm fresh out the 
Jag, on candy blue sprayed 
When I'm fresh out the 
Quay, on customized 
Six T.V.'s, banked up on 
MLK T-I-N-
T, black on black 
I'm thoed 
So these niggaz don't know, what 
I'm working with 
Or what I got inside, late night when 
I ride It's gangstafied, 
I know you feeling this [Hook x2] [Russell Lee] 
We gon hold it down, 
On the Southside 
Yeah, of H-
Town, it goes down