Chorus x 2
"D" "A" double "L" "A" "S" (we in now!)
So there's no way they can fade us (with tops down)
Middle fingers to the haters (we gon' knuck 'em shawty buck 'em shawty knuck 'em shawty buck 'em shawty)
Big Tuck
All I need is a mic and a track
After that, guarranteed your club get packed
Nigga doin' a little stuntin', haters don't like that
Blue diamonds kissin' pink (shit) go price that (focus)
My click rollers (yea) G4 plane floaters
Your six was alright 'til I valleyed the lotus (yea)
Feel ya boy we in tha carribeans now
The house that we dream (shit) we live in 'em now
Pop bottles at the bar buy everybody a round
Leave with R&B chicks and get shauffeured around
Rolex on hand (hand), Cardieur on face (face)
Tall tees, ice creams, evisu and eights (yea)
That's what's up, Big Tuck in this bitch
When I touch that stage, crowd buck than a bitch
50 thousand in my pocket, let's get drunk than a bitch
half a million on a piece, who fuckin with this (yea)
Chorus x 2
"D" "A" double "L" "A" "S" (we in now!)
So there's no way they can fade us (with tops down!)
Middle fingers to the haters (we gon' knuck 'em shawty, buck 'em shawty, knuck 'em shawty, buck 'em shawty)
Messiah
Hey! Hey! Well lemme tell you who I be (who dat?)
A Dallas certified Entropo "G" (that's fa sho)
You couldn't see me ridin down 3 (where he go?)
I'm rollin with Tuck & Tum, so they callin' me a "G" (alwready)
I'm a baller, best believe I pop my collar
Them girls runnin' up to me chasing after my dollars
But I ain't breakin' bread get that through you head
It M. E. Double and I'm representin' that "D" 'til I'm dead ('til I'm dead)
We beatin' them down, we beatin' them up
What's in my cup? Big Mo shawty call it that purple skuff (skuff!)
I'm rollin' with the trillest trillest of the trill
A million dollar mouthpiece, a million dollar grill (bling)
I hold a steel and I rep for Dallas Tex
A city where the realest G's don't bar, don't plex (plex)
So watch your neck or else you get to duckin' (duckin')
It's M. E. Double S. and D-Town's where I'm buckin
Chorus x 2
"D" "A" double "L" "A" "S" (we in now!)
So there's no way they can fade us (with tops down!)
Middle fingers to the haters (we gon' knuck 'em shawty buck 'em shawty knuck 'em shawty buck 'em shawty)
Tum Tum
Dirty Dallas Texas, wood grain molester
Tumzilla nigga, who you know better?
Neck piece gleamin', got them hoes feenin'
Just left Rudy's chicken, the three piece steamin' (good god)
Big T is where I'm headed,
my whip got 'em hot, but I'm cool I ain't gonna sweat it
Loop 12 hopper, twelve screen dropper
Jump fly with three fifth choppers sing like the opera
Leather short sagger (shagger), shag on my head (head)
Sticker on my tee, so D-town bred
J's on my feet (feet), ten coats on the fleet
Shut down Brutus for two weeks left candy on the street (aye aye aye)
Ask Messiah about me, my flow is outrageous (outrageous)
Just bought some kush from west Dino bought to blaze it
Big bitches I sex don't tolerate debts
Play wit my cheddar, goons comin' at your neck (zilla)
Chorus x 2
"D" "A" double "L" "A" "S" (we in now!)
So there's no way they can fade us (with tops down!)
Middle fingers to the haters (we gon' knuck 'em shawty buck 'em shawty knuck 'em shawty buck 'em shawty)