They Want Some

[Verse 1: Slim Thug] I got my whole city behind me They play my shit and rewind me Ain't like these other rap niggas It ain't that hard to find me You see me in that gallow Walking out of that Louis store In late nights had dreams with superstars on team These hoes say I'm cheap Cause I ain't trickin' no shit They look down at my feet Spent a stack on my kicks I say what the fuck I wanna say Do what the fuck I wanna do Go where the fuck I wanna go If you don't like that nigga' fuck you We don't love one of these niggas I ain't weakin' out of these hoes Been a real nigga for a long time I'm still here, all mine Real hustlers don't fall out, we just get it back Yeah the [?] if we just let it stack I'm in the club and I got to buy twenty racks And I'm leavin' with at least nineteen of that Hogg! If it ain't G it ain't me I'm everywhere you can't be That's why these niggas envy Thugga! [Hook: Kirko Bangz] I see a lot of niggas hating on me But they don't want none I know a lot of bitches waitin' on me I thing they want some of that true shit That real shit, that there I think they want some That, that butt beat that there I think they want some Each time they coming down, that there I think they want some They slammin' doors, their 84's, that there I think they want some [Verse 2: BeatKing] All I see is haters on my dick in my sleep Wake up and they still up on my dick when I tweet White bitches in my phone now I'm gettin' money They're life flicker after they crawl and you see me comin' Slide through, ride blue, my wrist got moved Pop truck stuntin' on all them hatin' hoes from highschool My ex-gal still call my number Every time I come on in the club she try to get drunk Hold up, on my daughter ho I'm getting' money On my other daughter I ain't never fallin' off These niggas chasing hoes instead of chasing paper Fuck a nigga I'm up in Cypress playing golf I'm fucking these niggas' hoes they do not want it I-Phone with naked pictures of hoes with your wife on it Go and Slim and Bun I'm the first to get them Kirko kill'em Welcome to H-Town, the church of villains [Hook] [Verse 3: Bun B] I'm pullin' up in the newest whip that you never seen in person I valet park at the front door, the club owner come out cursin' I'm hoppin' out with a pair of J's that don't come out for months [?] in my mouth walked in my section, firing up them blunts These niggas pulling stunts like it's the motherfucking X games I've been about that cash money bank wise and checks man Broads playing these sex games and I ain't fuckin' around So Imma need your ass up and Imma need your face down See that's the way that I like to hit it Baby saying don't stop just get it We in the bed, we on the floor, and she on my pole be poppin' with it And I'm all up in there so wet she's gonna need swimwear Sweatin' and stretchin' so much in the bed, you gon' think it's a gym now Don't try to hate on me, don't want no beef like O.J My gladiators I've you ever try to touch the OG Put the hands on you then knock your gal and send her back to you lonesome It's UGK for life, put that on Pimp these niggas don't want none Keep it trill [Hook]