Smash - Maxo Kream, Paul Wall

Splurging cash, do the dash, smashing pedal flooring

Catch me balling, scream follow, Alpine pouring

Trunk shaking, earthquaking, breaking boys off

I’m a candy flipping, purple mixing, codeine for the cough

And a wide body, looking sloppy, but I copped the Rover

Paul Wall, the slab god, my niggas still holding

Acting bad, going fed, dealing tags, turning heads

Tipping down yo' block then riding Stockton like the Utah Jazz

Hogging lanes, show surround, you a stain, move around

Call my car Katrina screams raining falling pouring down

Boys talking diamonds, but they ain’t talking 'bout plexing

They see me bending corners, my persona always wreck it

Trunk flipping like gymnasium, put holes at the palladium

She gave me top I dropped my top like NRG Stadium

I’m a Robert Earl Davis sipping finger licking frenchy’s chicken

Vi la parking, lot pimping, baby us we trapping women

Popping pills, sitting still, moving like a Sprewell

Wanna trade my Hemi for that Bentley V12

I’m a

Texas country ranger sipping dirty out the teaspoon (Mud!)

Swanging, banging, pop the truck like «Hi it’s nice to met you» (How you doing?)

Sitting sloppy, ride jalopy, but I copped the foreign (Skrrr)

Matte black Rover, roller coaster alpha touring (Swerve)

Muffler pipes and rally stripes, V12 roaring (Vroom)

Forgiato twenty-fo's, Kobe Bryant scoring (Kobe!)

Splurging cash, (Paul Wall) do the dash, smashing metal foreign (Maxo Kream)

Catch me balling, scream falling, Alpine pouring

They call me the «Turning Lane Head Turner,» bow tie burner (Burner)

On my lap I keep a burner smoking on that murder

Boppers on my nutsack, my wood wheel worker

Bring a towel if you fuck her, yeah she a squirter

Me and Maxo got them packs so bitch you know we ball out

Bought up all the glass drink man sold out

Squad with me, try me if you want you gon' get stomped out

I’m draped up and dripped out, diamond crusted gold mouth

No doubt I’m smoked out, but never out of smoke

Woodgrain I choke, my dick down yo bitch throat

When it come to grinding, not to gloat, but I’m the GOAT

I got money on my mind, at all times on my note

Cadillac or foreign, either way I’m on chrome

From acres home to the Astrodome, I’m higher than a drone

Third coast repper', cooler than a beverage

Spotted like a leopard, Texas hustle sold separate

Texas country ranger sipping dirty out the teaspoon (Mud!)

Swanging, banging, pop the truck like «Hi it’s nice to met you» (How you doing?)

Sitting sloppy, ride jalopy, but I copped the foreign (Skrrr)

Matte black Rover roller coaster, alpha touring (Swerve)

Muffler pipes and rally stripes, V12 roaring (Vroom)

Forgiato twenty-fo's Kobe Bryant scoring (Kobe!)

Splurging cash, do the dash, smashing metal foreign

Catch me balling, scream falling, Alpine pouring