Текст песни Freestyle (Explicit) - Swishahouse

It's that boy Lil Mario, I'm finna wreck one mo' 'gain
Hit that North Plaza, get a bottle, dip the sticks in the den
Fade 'em all as they come, droppin' hoes one by one
From that North, South, East and West, pimpin' hoes just for fun
Showin' skills, Swishahouse, represent that damn North
I'ma come down, real Inwood grain, I'ma toss
Shakin' bass, slice and chop with that boy Michael Watts

I see that boy Slim Thug comin' through in the drop
Hurtin' hoes, flippin' '4s, Acres home 4-4
Swang and bang, left to right, workin' wood mo' mo'
Candy paint, it be so wet, blindin' fools wearin' locs
Stick my hand out the sun roof, throwin' up that 4-4

Gawd City what I claim, ain't a damn thang changed
Now them boys startin' to hate 'cause I'm reachin' for fame
So believe what he say, Northside don't sleep
It's that '98 niggawood wreckin' the beat

It's that boy Slim Thug
What's up, huh?
My boys on that good thang
What's up to them boys on that homestead, huh?
Huh

I'm ridin' that block and got that pop trunk wavin'
It's a bird, it's a plane, see now bitches be stavin'
That boy a big paid and I'm playin' player to win
Ridin' in the marble drop, got the pop back end
Showin' my gold grin, four deep on the Main
Smokin' on Mary Jane with 80 rocks in my brain

I maintain to stack G's, flippin' on 83's
Ridin' down the boulevard, I'm deaded like a disease
These Northside straight thieves be gettin' crunk on the mic
Hittin' switches, bubble lights, brighten up the whole night
Swang from left to right, from 5th Ward to 4-4, huh
I walk and stop and go, puffin' on the Optimo

I play my flow chopped and slow with bitches on bop
Michael Watts rock the block like Slim Thug rock Koch
Ain't got no time for these bitches, crooked snitches and hoes
I got my mind on my swangers, I fell in love with my '4s
I'm tryna flip them big rolls at the age of 18
This young thug be movin' drugs for the American dream

I'm still big slab shakin', still killin' all hatin'
Still flowin', goin' off with an album in makin'
I'm still collectin' my riches with these switches I play
And '98, it's goin' down with Slim Thug and T. Grey
I'ma throw up the deuce 'cause enough has been said
Before I go, what's up, Inwood and my boys on the'sted, huh

Yes sir, comin' from that Gawd City
Chillin' on this homestead with that boy Michael Watts
J-Dawg in this bitch
Finna wreck this bitch

I'm wreckin' beats on the North, Acres home in effect
Comin' down grippin' grain with a piece of chain on my neck
Representin' the Brick, that's them Boyz to the G's
Smokin' trees, poppin' threes, movin' keys overseas
Comin' out that H-Town, man, the home of the Rockets
It's that Lone Star State, you hoes hate but can't knock it

5 Stones in my pocket, diamond rings with the cut
Chillin' with Big Bo, ridin' big Trojan truck
Finna hit them big beats, blowin' sweets and Freon
Smokin' skunk, poppin' Trunks, tryna shake the peons
Paper chasin' for life, I got a million dollar plot
Wreckin' beats on that North with that boy Michael Watts