Beating Up the Block - Slim Thug

Trunk beating up the block

I came up to a brick from a rock

'Cause the boy Slim Thug riding 'lac no top

All I’m tryna do is find me a bop

Never stop keep going

Yeah I keep flowing

Year after year candy paint stay glowing

Got the diamonds and they showing

Yeah nigga gone blind

Repping H-Town, watch me hold the city down

Got the crown, king of the north

Who else is it but the motherfucking boss

And boy Slim Thugga came up from the bottom

When we talking cars, talking hoes, yeah I got 'em

Haters I spite 'em, pull a Glock from the back

Dropped the window, let the bitch go and crack

Bitch I’m the mack

Coming down, cutting slack

Gotta come through, riding '4s don’t know how to act

Trunk wide open boss hogging the

H-Town hot so I’m blowing

Represent the H, shout out to the Don

Gotta represent the city, do this shit fun

Do it like the '90s

Haters can’t find me

Everywhere I roll, I keep the shooters right behind me

H-Town legend, yeah bitch I don’t stop

Every summer I be off the lot with a drop

Bitch I pimp cash

Wood on the dash

If I get money, hell yeah it’s in the stash

No I can’t spend it

Bitch I’m a boss

20 years straight, I ain’t ever fell off

Cut the braids out, and I took out the grill

Didn’t have a deal, but I still made mils

Haters talking down, but them haters can’t feel

A real nigga like me so bitch chill

Riding fifth wheel and the bitches on the ground

Repping H-Town gotcha bitch in the gown

Stick a dick in her, I know them boys remember

Thugga diamonds cold yeah it’s like it’s December

No I can’t fall off, bitch I keep getting it

Mr. Slim Thug, hell dro I’m hitting it

Stay gone off the Cali kush, got a bush

When I gotcha bitch at the crib, I push

All up in her

Riding on spinners

If I got the witch with me, hell she a winner

Yeah I’m not a beginner

Bitch I’m a vet

Riding in the black, and you know that bitch wet

Red insides, yeah this shit is looking buggy

Deuce out the roof, there goes Slim Thuggy

Gripping wood grain, hell yeah holdin' mane

Hitting the boulevard ain’t leave a damn stain

Trunk bang bang, yeah the bitch got knocked

Hoes on dick, yeah the bitch gon' bop

Hit the parking lot, Sunday in rose gold

See them other boys, and I made them niggas fold

Hit the address, then I’m headed to revolver

Keep the .45, yeah it’s a problem solver

Fuck around with me, bitch I put ya in the grave

None of you bitch niggas can fuck with Stayve

Straight up out the mine

Watch ya boy hold it down

I be on my grind, coming down summer time

100 outside so I hopped up in the Rolls

Pay cash for it, so I’m stealing all your hoes

Sugar daddy Slim, yeah bitch I still got it

I be hitting the boulevard, it’s some real traffic

Might be in Mexico with your sexy hoe

I ain’t even tripping, you can have her, I let her go

Get 'em by the twos

Give boys the blues

Every time you see me I be stepped in fresh shoes

Gotta stay fly

Gotta stay high

If I hit the boulevard, yeah you know it’s live

Yeah snow is life, yeah straight up off the mind

H-Town Nawf side, bitch I’m 'bout my grind

Represent the boss

Represent the House