Paul Wall, Termanology, Bun B - Thailand lyrics

What it do? Oh, I'ma tell you what it do
That's for shit sure
I'ma let you know what it do
You know I'm sayin'? Paul Wall h-town

Peep the technique
Don't speak unless you're spoken to
Bass knocking so loud I'm sorry to awoken you
Have 'em looking so confused
Coupe poking through
Make some money flip it then repeat
That's what I'm hoping to
Do what I'm supposed to do
That's mind my business
Everybody out here acting so fictitious
Bare witness as I evolve with the quickness
You ever try run up on me
I end you like a sentence, period
Game on point likе a pyramid
Peer amid the lions got my
Eye on thе nefarious
Talking to my inner self like
Speaking to a therapist
They didn't sell Sprite so I
Muddied a Sierra Mist
Scared bitch stay up out my mentions
To understand the game it takes
A lot of comprehension
Pay attention or you gon'
Need a pay extension
Kill the tension focus on
Your financial redemption

We getting duffle bags in Thailand my man
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split it (yeah)
We getting duffle bags in Thailand my man
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split it (yeah)

Let's take it back today
Let's take it back to sippin' Alizé
In the alleyway on a Saturday
Looking like Tony Montana in a white tee
Free the homies locked down
'til they all free
Call me Joe Montana with the trophy
Hustling with Paul and the trill OG
Got these hoes like Santa on my right knee
And these strippers on my zipper screaming
"papi"
My connect said buy 10 and you get 5 free
But we need your address and your ID
Gotta put that work in, nobody flies free
I social distance with the
Hammer gimme 5 feet
I supply heat spitting like it's '93
Did the verse
Did the chorus and it's my beat
I got a new scam worth a couple hundred G's
If we break it down that's
Another duffle bag for me

We getting duffle bags in Thailand my man
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split it (yeah)
We getting duffle bags in Thailand my man
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split it (yeah)

These haters got me back on my
Bullshit like I'm a cowboy
You owe me anything, fuck waiting
I want it now boy
I ain't got time for that like a broken Rolex
So I'ma fuck your world up first
Then fuck your hoe next got my eyes open
My mind focused and my knuckles cracked
We go toe to toe
I leave your whole front buckle back
So when I swing from the shoulders
You better duck it jack
I'm bringin' that one hitter quitter and
You can't fuck with that
One of the best to do it
You know my repertoire
Straight up outta Port Arthur
Texas that's who I'm reppin' for
What you need a weapon for
You ain't finna use it
Must be lying to yourself like you
Lie to us in your music
Shit, I fuck with Paul Wall when
I need me a real grill
Call up Termanology in case I
Need to kill bill i ride for Pimp like Nas
Be writing for Ill Will
Bun B the triple OG, baby, I'm still trill

We getting duffle bags in Thailand my man
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split it (yeah)
We getting duffle bags in Thailand my man
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split
It that's a hundred grand
Got two hundred if you split it (yeah)