Beating Up The Block lyrics

[Verse]
Trunk beating up the block
I came up to a brick from a rock
'Cause the boy Slim Thug riding 'lac no top
All I'm tryna do is find me a bop
Never stop keep going
Yeah I keep flowing
Year after year candy paint stay glowing
Got the diamonds and they showing
Yeah n*gga gone blind
Repping H-Town, watch me hold the city down
Got the crown, king of the north
Who else is it but the motherf*cking boss
And boy Slim Thugga came up from the bottom
When we talking cars, talking hoes, yeah I got 'em
Haters I spite 'em, pull a Glock from the back
Dropped the window, let the b*tch go and crack
b*tch I'm the mack
Coming down, cutting slack
Gotta come through, riding '4s don't know how to act
Trunk wide open boss hogging the [?]
H-Town hot so I'm blowing freon
Represent the H, shout out to the Don
Gotta represent the city, do this sh*t fun
Do it like the '90s
Haters can't find me
Everywhere I roll, I keep the shooters right behind me
H-Town legend, yeah b*tch I don't stop
Every summer I be off the lot with a drop
b*tch I pimp cash
Wood on the dash
If I get money, hell yeah it's in the stash
No I can't spend it
b*tch I'm a boss
20 years straight, I ain't ever fell off
Cut the braids out, and I took out the grill
Didn't have a deal, but I still made mils
Haters talking down, but them haters can't feel
A real n*gga like me so b*tch chill
Riding fifth wheel and the b*tches on the ground
Repping H-Town gotcha b*tch in the gown
Stick a di*k in her, I know them boys remember
Thugga diamonds cold yeah it's like it's December
No I can't fall off, b*tch I keep getting it
Mr. Slim Thug, hell dro I'm hitting it
Stay gone off the Cali kush, got a bush
When I gotcha b*tch at the crib, I push
All up in her
Riding on spinners
If I got the witch with me, hell she a winner
Yeah I'm not a beginner
b*tch I'm a vet
Riding in the black, and you know that b*tch wet
Red insides, yeah this sh*t is looking buggy
Deuce out the roof, there goes Slim Thuggy
Gripping wood grain, hell yeah holdin' mane
Hitting the boulevard ain't leave a damn stain
Trunk bang bang, yeah the b*tch got knocked
Hoes on di*k, yeah the b*tch gon' bop
Hit the parking lot, Sunday in rose gold
See them other boys, and I made them n*ggas fold
Hit the address, then I'm headed to revolver
Keep the .45, yeah it's a problem solver
f*ck around with me, b*tch I put ya in the grave
None of you b*tch n*ggas can f*ck with Stayve
Straight up out the mine
Watch ya boy hold it down
I be on my grind, coming down summer time
100 outside so I hopped up in the Rolls
Pay cash for it, so I'm stealing all your hoes
Sugar daddy Slim, yeah b*tch I still got it
I be hitting the boulevard, it's some real traffic
Might be in Mexico with your sexy hoe
I ain't even tripping, you can have her, I let her go
Get 'em by the twos
Give boys the blues
Every time you see me I be stepped in fresh shoes
Gotta stay fly
Gotta stay high
If I hit the boulevard, yeah you know it's live
Yeah snow is life, yeah straight up off the mind
H-Town Nawf side, b*tch I'm 'bout my grind
Represent the boss
Represent the House