Lyrics

Mmh yeah And you thought we was gone? Hell nah, nah We gon' represent for third coast And it's on for life, for real Haters, it's going down, check it out It's DJ DMD representin' the South with no gimmicks 'Bout to blow up like Suave House and No Limit In it to win it, I'm a have a million in a minute 'Bout to break them boys off, Lexus, windows tinted Go and get it, nuttin' can block my sunshine Playa haters decline every time I come down And when I write a rhyme, niggas recite mine Never writing their own 'cause they all bite mine But fine, can't stops us, we gon' shine all day And all night long we blow big and parlay Hustin' the hard way, we did the it long way Puttin' it down for my niggas J Will and Chandrae Representing P.A. with 'em nigga's whole crib Triple gold like geese 'cause them nigga's so real Million dollar schemes, candy coated dreams Third Coast niggas know what I mean when I'm talkin' 'bout [Chorus] Talkin' 'bout Versace shades, gotta stay playa made Ballin' in the shade, hit the barber shop for the boss fade Got me thankin' ya, it's all about havin' thangs Break 'em off piece of chain, shine in the front, shine in the rain Now that I'm grown, left the dope alone Piece of chain left the hair and bone mix and moan Catch me stoned down in San Antone, Pérignon Sippin' something trynna rip in half the microphone They love me on, try to shove me on, word is bond Taking pictures with these bitches trynna hug me on Until I'm gone, smoke Mary on some dusk 'til dawn Midnight 'til morn' off the hook like a busy phone My shit be on packin' chrome like I'm Al Capone My southern tone makin' haters leave the game alone I came along, made my name along, went along And slappin' asses of these sassy ass yellow bones Let 'em moan in my zone sittin' on my throne Puffin' the corn in the comfort of my own home Rockin' my song trynna make it known, leave atcha own Trynna make the bank ask me can they get a loan [Chorus] Now it's 11:59 and I'm feeling okay Me and my partner sippin' gin and OJ With a car full of smoke, fools 'bout to choke Lil' Wink, Lee Master, and my dawg Boonie Loc On the creep, you can only roll a Lac four deep Peanut butter on my seats so when you're passin' the Sweets Take it easy on the pine, pass me more wine And if you waste 'em on my seats, pass me my nine Got's to keep it on the real with my rhymes Especially with Drae and J Will on the grind Payin' the whole nine 'cause we got a gold mine And Maser's staying blowed 'til his eyes go blind For real, wood wheel doing 40 on the freeway Hollerin' at honeys on G way Like Dee Ray I'm 'bout to knock me off a Lexus And show these playa haters how we do in Texas [Chorus x3]