Lyrics:

Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang
You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna drop top this way
You finna what?
Drop top this way
Hold up, hold up
Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole
You finna what?
Crank the ceiling pole
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna and blow
You finna what?
and blow
Hold up, hold up

I'm finna let them know the sheriff is back-back
You ridin' tall in the
the crack, the weed, the brown, the purple, the white-white
We got it all in this trunk and he gon' sling on sight
And I don't care who be runnin' thing and who's in charge
Come to he gon' be hard to find like
Enjoy your captain and tell him 'It's been '
Have some drill ass niggas coming through, I though you knew
We got gangstas, hoods, felons, rollers, shooters, even midnight
And we don’t confrontation, we embrace it
And your fear so thick in the air we can taste it
From corner to corner, and cut to cut
You can get down or get down, nigga, what’s up? (Nigga, what’s up?)
This the takeover
Better keep your eyes opened so you can see how we’re doing, homie

Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang
You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna drop top this way
You finna what?
Drop top this way
Hold up, hold up
Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole
You finna what?
Crank the ceiling pole
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna and blow
You finna what?
and blow
Hold up, hold up

Paul Wall switch you out
I'm finna boulevard
And couple of ounces of this super potent purple bar
I got my block with me, the whole crew is in drip
in hard times been
I got some
get out of hand
listening to him chop it up
Looking for a couple of to get down and slap it up
Wood grain and leather
Complimenting my diamond ice
I whipped nice shake the trunk just like some dice
I'm squashing out with , when you see my gangster slam
Hit the block with a couple of
baby I got it, special taste
Pour the drink 'til the bottle is empty and not one drop will go to waste
I put it down with the boys, yeah that's
foes and foes and foes, yeah, that's my job

Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang
You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna drop top this way
You finna what?
Drop top this way
Hold up, hold up
Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole
You finna what?
Crank the ceiling pole
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna and blow
You finna what?
and blow
Hold up, hold up

bitch, I’m back from the
Fuck the judge, fuck the DA, mothafuck the feds
I just got home from TDC
Did my time and never hit BC
Like all other pussy rappers scary
Niggas talk a lot of shit but them hoes is
Real recognize real so I’m highly respected
Ever since I was 17 been a legend in Texas
murder keep the head high
Ain’t no justice in this country, niggas all lie
My partner doin' 50 years on the block
But I got a team of lawyers that gon' get him out
it's gon' be greater later baby
Got this game by the nuts 'Cause these niggas can’t face me
Use your you know who run the streets and not
I got a 100 thousand dollars in my mothafuckin' neck piece

Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang
You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna drop top this way
You finna what?
Drop top this way
Hold up, hold up
Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole
You finna what?
Crank the ceiling pole
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna and blow
You finna what?
and blow
Hold up, hold up