Welcome to the land, where it just don't stopnTrunks pop tops drop, and the front end hopnPaint flop screens on, acting bad in the songnYeah it's on riding chrome, balling at my homenTexas plates don't hate, showing up in the statenCan't wait get it straight, while the front end breaknPaid the cost to be the boss, looking good when I flossnSunshine let it down, turn it up and clownnFool around hit your block, trunk going on knocknLet it up let it pop, light up the whole blocknSouthside how we hold, on a gangsta strollnMusic hitting so hard, knocking off side moldnHit the highway hooting, dro go on let it rollnPo' up the drank fire it up, make sho' the windows closednOn chrome high side, throwing up the SouthsidenGiving... dap coming down, wrecking the slabnn[chorus]nTrunks keep poppingnTops keep dropping down here, yeahnTrunks pop, trunks pop, trunks popnTops drop, tops drop, tops dropnnNow what's up H-Town, cause we know that they feel usnThree wheeler 4 peeler, acting bad for scrillanSwisha burna bouncing turner, sitting low on 4'snI'm pulling through the lot, slamming do's on buttonsnAnd I'ma slide slide, slippidy slidenPop trunk let it down, show up in my ridenRoll out the red carpet, never buy it from punksnValet piece and chain, starched and my chainnHit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dubnGot killa in the club, for after the clubnOne more time for they mind, I'ma gon put it downnIt's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clownnnI just wanna drop it, aaaa-aall night longnYeah, yeeeeah, I just wanna drop itnAll night long yeah, drop it, drop it, drop itnn[chorus x2]nnAnd you laced on the game, that cost a feenBouncing on the track, with P-A-TnNow they see how it be, I'm just a GnCocked up on three, blowing on a whole treenSee me in the drop, crawling down on boysnRight behind him is the Lincoln, my favorite toynCandy red with the screens, and I'm riding on creamnMean mugs triple beams, make reality a dreamnSipping lean sticky green, make em cloud the whole scenenEuropeans what the deal, making all haters chillnWhile I show my naked skills, gripping wood grain grillsnRunning lights shining bright, floating smooth as a kitenTrunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hatsnWhere they at where they at, 'fore I pull out my gatnLooking good it's understood, flossing for my hoodnTaking pride in my ride, like every playa shouldnn[chorus x4]nnTrunks pop, trunks pop, trunks popnTops drop, tops drop, tops drop [x3]n