Trae Tha Truth, Paul Wall - Oh No Reloaded lyrics

Oh no, there go them Texas boys swanging
In a fo' do'
Top still of the drop, but I moved to 24's
Think of taking my slab
Haters I don't think so
Cause if you run up on me
I'll be forced to let go doing it like a G
And that's all that I'ma show
My trunk done popped up
And I suicided my do's
These haters be in my mix
And these boppers still on my dick
When I'm coming, around they corner

I'm from the City of Syrup
And the land of the fry
Where boys water out they brain
And make they confidence rise
When I wake up in the morning
And the sun in the sky
Another day another chance
To get my piece of the pie
But robbing season come around
Whenever the drought kick in
It's guaranteed they coming for me
But I don't know when
I gotta stay up on my note
Or I'm paying a cost
Get caught slipping in the turning lane
I'm taking a loss
Boys be plotting on my riches
Trying to get what I got
But if you run up on me at the light
You gon get shot
You gotta watch out for these females
Cause they out there too
You think they flirting with you
But you really ain't got a clue
Cause boys be stunting in the parking lot
Thinking they cool
But when they make out the police report
They feel like a fool
It's Paul Wall I'm in this
For counting stacks evading the car jack
But Trae got my back so haters back back

In a 4-4 I still be swanging in a drop
Trying to miss these haters 24
7 like I'm a G
That for cheddar after my paper
Boppers riding me on the daily
Like I'm unable to peep out they law
Try to take me up out of my slab
And watch how fast I clear the block out
Diamonds all in my grill
I hit the lot and my slab topless
And I'm something like a profit
When they see the 24's moving stopless
Turning heads on a daily basis
With a trunk that'll beat your back
If you want it come get it
Hollow tips and my clip ain't having that
Paul Wall what they talking bout
I've been ready for them hating jackers
They got Trae wrong
I'ma show em the definition
Of a busting backer
They've been waiting to catch me slipping
They tripping I'm from the gutter
With a semi-automatic
Make joning be making em stutter
In Houston we bout that drama
Where roaches be on the creep
Everything we ride on be chrome
With at least 20 inches of feet oh no
There go them boys and they
Pulling out in that line
With a nine strapped to they spine
For whatever be going down

I'm trying to shine, everyday on the grind
I'm feeling like it's my time
Since haters be out of line
It's time to reload
And put it all in they face
For hopping out of they place
Gorillas never been safe
When they bout to explode
Everyday on the grind
I'm feeling like it's my time
Since haters be out of line
It's time to relooooad
It's time to relooooad