I'm a gangsta to the end Ridin' for the set Black Chevrolet with the paint still wet J's on my toes Locs on my eyes Crawlin' on 4's every time I slide by Nothin' less than the truth on the streets of the South (H-Town) On my swag, cause the diamonds in my mouth But I move lowkey Posted in the trap Raw with the rap to put my hood on the map I'ma do this one for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat And my partner named Screw So I let the trunk crack What they know about that? Haters better chill Plus I'm packin' somethin' that they classify as steel Reppin' my block Still doin' my thing Trunk full of bang Holding A.B.N. gang Screwed Up Click I'ma let the world know Before it's all over We gon make the world slow You can find me in the hood Swangin' in the drop Trunk popped up Now I'm lettin' back the top Locs on my face and my grill so clean Thirty grand talk Boppers hoppin' on my team Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Hop out on the block, still hollerin' "What it do?" (Talk to 'em) '65 Impala Chevy SS The top disappear See the clear VVS I guess you know the name I ain't even gotta say it When I say it's goin' down, SK start sprayin' Block E-N-T and A.B.NN in charge Everybody mmuggin' face different starch I'ma let you pull your card But watch how quick I pull it Ayy, a semi-auto, mm pack fullest We bullies on the block The hustle don't stop It's eat what you kill That's the motto off top Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town Tell 'em this the shake down Lay face down Me and my Trae gettin' cake now Split it down the middle, fifty-fifty That's the break down Baby, keep your face down and don't talk back You can find me in the hood Distributin' ppack You can find me in the hood Swangin' in the drop Trunk popped up Now I'm lettin' back the top Locs on my face and my grill so clean Thirty grand talk Boppers hoppin' on my team Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Hop out on the block, still hollerin' "What it do?" (Talk to 'em) Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw Hop out on the block, still hollerin' "What it do?" (Talk to 'em) You see My son was going to warn you about the Maharajah's telegram The Maharaja did not send it It was sent by an enemy who wants you out of Shanghai Would you come with me, please? My associates, Mr. Tintin We are friends committed to fighting crime in China Our greatest adversary is a man of your acquaintance A Japanese operating out of Shanghai Mitsuhirato