Roll Hard

[Hook] (x2) On the boulevard, know we ain't fraud On the boulevard, know we ain't fraud On the, on the boulevard know we ain't fraud [?] and you know I roll hard [Verse 1: Paul Wall] True to the game hand full of grain Go get them out french stacking my chain Trunk full of bang white cup game Paul Wall, baby I'm the motherfucking mane Trunk wave in the air I'm so player Here go the po pos I don't even care Threee times in a row slab of the year Fifth wheel bow down time for a prayer I'm slab god in the flesh I'm blessed Cadillac on the crest nothing less Blue ribbon on the bowtie so fresh Your bitch on my nuts and you dissed I'm a bopper heartbreaker Elbows on my ankle IPhone air poppin trunk like a pranker Swing head like a homie , not a ranker Off the head run up on you, you gon' meet your maker [Hook] [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Purple sprite for my niggas I don't sip, I sniff my niggas I don't dance, I tip my nigga Rolling hard solo my nigga Mask on my face you know it Eyes low my I'm high as showing First class I'm bout to going Pass me that bottle I'm scoring Light dro, fuck a ho These hoes ain't loyal you ain't know I on my job like mom and them Smoked out blowed out with my friends Got this game on lock Gun is cocked For your drama man You wanna take my spot but you not Things I will remain [Hook] [Verse 3: BeatKing] Back then they didn't want me now I'm hot they all on me Back then they didn't want me now I'm hot I toss a thot In my partner house get the blunt to the head Then I toss her out then I floss the drop Trunk pop, gun cock Breaking the nig' tryna jump out Still tippin' wood wheel grippin' Getting head like Bill Clinton Number bad ho's in my slab If you ain't fuckin, we can chill with you Being rich five years and I'm still gettin' She don't like but you gotta deal with them Club God, H-Town, trill nigga Polo fuck the Hilfiger