(feat. Big Pokey Lil Keke)

Lets do it!

[Chorus: x4]
Starched and cleaned
Poppin out lookin good
I still represent the same... neighborhood

[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
Aye... the whole world like Flip where the f*ck you been?
On vacation ridin in my Maybach Benz (yeaahh)
Im swangin left and right like I aint got no license
The nine on my hip I call it Iron Mike Tyson
And you already know what we mix our Sprites in (sizzurp)
Yellow gold thats where we dip our ice in (bling!)
Your hoes thats where we stick our pipes in
Homie Im freeestylin Im not writin
Man I be reppin Texas way harder than yall (harder than yall)
Im a millionaire dawg Im way smarter than yall (smart than yall)
I got 15 pieces cars with no leases
A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream you know Im

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 2: Lil Flip]
Big Pokey he from Yellow Stone
I be rollin hella chrome
Clover watch with yellow stones (Im shinin!)
Cook the work then get it gone
Break it down to all zones and dont be talkin on your phone (hello... cause we grindin!)
See I be gettin cash now my 84s glass now
Ya be ridin on 3s you aint like them Clover Gs
I got a ticket at the light cause my rims aint stop (stop!)
And I hope he dont smell all this smoke comin out
You know the Clover Gs first then Sqad-Up next (next)
So all my enemies you better guard ya chest (yep!)
Cause everyday Im fly now yeah my paper high now
And I represent the Screwed Up Click until I die ha!

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 3: Big Pokey]
Im a H-Town nigga (Tex)
Stay down nigga
Parkin out at the club at the playground nigga (aye)
I dont lay down nigga (why?)
I lay niggas down (how many?)
I rock Sean John lining and I dont play around
I push mo teeth than the motiff
I get my grind on homie
Everything starched down like I gotta get my eye on (pop my collar)
And I still represent the same neighborhood (whats that?)
Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood (aye)
Im a hood nigga tight white white ones
Bad bitches get head pinned
Imma go pull out the right ones
I shine like diamonds swangin wide with the roof back
Cushion the amp with the roof cracked
Dawg is hot Imma loot that

[Verse 4: Lil Keke]
Ayyyyeee...
Im poppin out and lookin good fresh out that wood grain
Recline the buck and hold the cup befo I switch lane
Im in that brain stain where seven disc change
Its in the wind but spinnin rims when the speed gain (gain)
Oh yeah this Ke man plus I stay starched and cleaned
Im poppin doors and pullin hoes befo I flee the scene
They catch us steppin out with foreign doors and plenty slab
Its Don Ke and young Flippa niggas do the math
The doors suicide (cide) the brains blowin out (blowin out)
Its chrome strutzin buttergutcha know what Im talkin bout?
Its S.U.C. Screwston Texas so we slowed down
You sip you drank and get you bank this is H-Town

[Chorus x5]