Levelz

What's happening Playboys and Playgirls I'd like to welcome yall to the passenger side of my ride Now Smoke something, drink something, and catch this vibe Excuse me, yall can exit stage left I'm here now to do it right, end of the night, won't be no stage left Kill a track and bring it life in the same breath Euthanize the track, do it to death but make it painless Urban author poetically writing street Psalms There's a war against real rap, get prepared for the recon I drop bombs homey get down Them boys wild, but I'm the lion with the golden crown, simmer down While I cook something that sticks to your ribs If you would, watch what you say, or get a stick to your jibs T E XXX A $ the place where I live The state that brought you UGK, by the way, R I P Pimp I'm tryna get rich with minor fame, do major thangs Like offer a bum a hundred-thousand when he asks for spare change This track feels like some champagne But what I spit's straight gnac, pardon me I'll be back Yo turn my levels up If they trunks ain't shaking, it ain't loud enough When we come around, gotta make the ground pound for us In your coupe, your sedan or your new truck Yo, turn my levels up Yo, turn my levels up Gone and let the windows down and it's time to roll You got bang in your trunk, so let the world know Old folks on the porch say they outta control Tell em yeah I know And turn my levels up Them boys rapping they ass off, still can't make a fire joint My lyrics penetrate, expand and stick, even when I make hollow points Texas made, bars hit hard like a Charlo Survivor like Errol the truth Spence after that car rolled We were made to cook the beef like Foreman grills Beat knocking, make you feel like you got head-butted by Holyfield Like Virgil Ortiz, I'm the new elite That boxing scheme was just a quick way to remind yall, I do the beats Underground, but still on top O.G., not a fish out of water, trust me, I won't flop See my team run it back when the ball drops Real as a Navy Seal, you got the swagger of a mall cop Watch, and I ain't talking about telling time I'm talking third eye vision, school you niggas and expel your mind I don't come equipped with game, the devil lying EA Sports had to admit that G-Que Dalton is the best supplying Ha Haaaaa Yo turn my levels up If they trunks ain't shaking, it ain't loud enough When we come around, gotta make the ground pound for us In your coupe, your sedan or your new truck Yo, turn my levels up Yo, turn my levels up Gone and let the windows down and it's time to roll You got bang in your trunk, so let the world know Old folks on the porch say they outta control Tell em yeah I know And turn my levels up Now, I know you feeling that like I'm feeling it But, we can't ever give you too much, just enough So, go ahead and put this on repeat Run it back a few more times And we gone ride Alright