Oiler - Zuse, Trae Tha Truth

It’s midnight, I’m heading down to your crib

I’m on one, got chad all in my drink

R.I.P to the pimp, underground these motherfuckers

They know I’m bout to be king

Missed call from my main girl but my mindset is on Kim

My ex-girl who branched out and amputated her limb

It’s all good, she gon' see the man, the young boy turned in

Still swangin' on these folks, with the same guys I came with

Now what the fuck should I think?

I’m screwed up, you can blame that on the beer

Screwed up, UGK up in my drink

Screwed up, Actavis under my skin

Screwed up, I can never trust a bitch

Where ya been at?

How ya been?

How ya doing, girl?

Can I come in?

Where ya been at?

How ya been?

How ya doing, girl?

Can I come in?

Yeah

Called her up, I’m down to ride and we all up

Sippin' on that cough syrup, that Big Mo

Pour four for the Pimp too, this Big Hawk, not pimp juice

Hold up, let it sink in, got pink all in my system

Swangin' down that highway, my girl say I move sideways, it’s alright

Cup muddy on hard ice, don’t give a fuck like I’m

Ain’t nothing change but the weather baby

But the young boy got the star life

Same boy who came up was the same man working all night

Yeah, I’m swangin' on these eighty-fours

Caught up in the past like «How the fuck I’m gon' get away?»

Everybody who left me out tryna reminisce like «Wait!»

Boppers all in my face

No Johnny Dang, no Paul Wall, get yo' grill outta my face

Rap a lot, I’m a prince, boy, and I put that all on J

From Kingston to the A-Town to the H-Town, we straight

Shout out to the greats, DJ Screw, Scarface

Big Mo and Trae, Big Hawk and Pimp C, nigga