Lettin' Them Know (feat. Paul Wall) - Kirko Bangz

24's on my ride bad bitch up inside

5 percent in my tint peanut butter attire

comin down with that tre' (lean) nigga no you cant try it

and nigga no you cant sip if none of you niggas aint buy it

i hold my h-town up out the window and throw it up to the sky

my pinky ring and my watch blingin they recognizin my shine

a young nigga so trill reppin that eastside

im comin down and im swangin hard so you bitches know what im bout

Lettin them boyz know that the south is much too real and down 4x

Paul Wall:

no top paper plates im glasshouse on chrome

2 real with 2 cups in a 2 seater gettin dome

im far away from them clones

i-290 im gone

got them lil faces that old money my paper seem to be grown

this bad bitch wanna bone

i met her in san anton

then i put her on i-10 made her walk you know what my mind is on

my grind is on my shine glowin pourin up my styrofoam

if you broke and lazy and talkin down please stay up off my phone

and stay up off my nuts you hoes wasnt here when i was alone

i smash the broad in the parkin lot she aint never been in my home

i called the chick by the wrong name but thats my bad i was stoned

im showin skill my cup filled im Texas trill and im way too gone

Lettin them boyz know that the south is much too real and down 4x