Wood Wheel Lyrics - Singles - Boss Hogg Outlawz

[Chorus] X2 

Now I got to grip, my wood grain wheel 

Now I got to grip, my wood grain wheel 

Now I got to grip, my wood grain wheel 

Trunk is steady bumping, grill steady coming 

[Intro over chorus - Slim Thug] 

Yeah, it's time to pull them slabs out mane 

It's slab season, that boy Mr. Lee act a fool with this one 

North side where you at? South side where you at? 

The East, West where you at mane? 

It's time to get your shine on mane 

Pull the candy out on them boys 

Holler at them Thug 

Thugga! 

[Verse 1 - Slim Thug] 

I'm taking off down the runway, broad day Sunday 

Haters looking at me, I ain't playing nothing but gun play 

Hand on my grain, while I'm swinging on the one way 

Boppers everywhere, I see it'll be a fun day 

I might as well stay up all night, till it's Monday 

My shit'll probably end up, where my son stay 

Got baby mama drama, because the bitch driving a Hyundai 

And I got a Rolls, G's up hoes 

Still down till I'm down, watch me act a damn clown 

In the cleanest shit around, making motherfuckers frown 

I been flipping through my town, trying to see what the fuck's up 

Boss city ballers, bitch niggas get your bucks up 

Got a king ranch, that'll make you put your trucks up 

It's looking like them other boys ran all they luck up 

Damn sure can't touch us, we them true bosses 

You know how we do it fool, we them blue flossers 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Boss Hogg Outlawz] 

Switching lane to lane, gripping wood grain 

Trunk knocking, tops dropping, it's a hood thing 

Just rolling through the neighborhood, holding slab 

Players chunking up the deuce when I hit the ave. 

Drank pouring, A.C. blowing 

Sun shining bright, but my screens still showing 

Bumper unlocking, yellow hoes bopping 

Two miles an hour, ain't doing no stopping 

I hit the button, recline the kit 

High-siding when I'm riding, because I know I'm the shit 

Haters standing on the sideline, talking that trash 

Eyes scoping for the jackers, because I'm anxious to blast 

Of course I'm having cash, just look at my ride 

Glass 4's, candy doors, peanut butter insides 

I can't be denied, straight up out of Houston 

Working wood wheel, just laid back cruising 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Boss Hogg Outlawz] 

City lights on, now we headed to the club 

Long line of Caddy's, on the 4's and them DUBS 

Everybody icy, so them chicken heads choosing 

Sideline watching, as the candy slab cruising 

Hit the parking lot, and it's time to shut it down 

Fall up in the spot, and I'm smelling like a pound 

Headed to the bar, for a shot of that Patron 

Chicks on my dick, punching numbers in my phone 

Got my money long, because I'm cashing them checks 

Boss Hogg Outlawz, here to serve and collect 

In that down south state, where the cash flow is great 

On feet when I skate, boulevard I'ma break 

Everybody paper chase, on the grind for that green 

I'ma shine for myself, I'ma shine for my team 

Puffing pounds of that green, you know I got to get the kill 

Recline on the scene, as I work my wood wheel 

[Chorus]