Still Tippin - Slim Thug

Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four fours

Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four fours

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four fours

Pimping four hoes and I’m packing four fours

Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix

It’s that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick

Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I’m flipping

Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four fours

Pimping four hoes and I’m packing four fours

Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo

Five percent tint so you can’t see up in my window

These niggas don’t understand cuz I’m Boss Hogg on candy

Top down at Maxi’s wit a big Glock nine handy

Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress

Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness

Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade

When I’m riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade

I got it made the big boss of the north

Ain’t **** changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)

Four Fours I’m tippin'

Wood grain I’m gripping

Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping

Turn your neck and your dame missing

Me and Slim we ain’t tripping I’m finger flipping and syrup sipping

Like do or die I’m pour pimping Car stop rims keep spinning

I’m flipping drop with invisible tops

Hoes bop when my drop step out

I’m shaking the block with four eighteens'

Candy green with eleven screens

My gasoline always supreme

Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean

It takes grinding to be a king

It takes grinding to be a kin

First Round Draft coming

Who is Mike Jones coming

Slab shining with the grill and woman

Slab shining with the grill and woman

I’m Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can’t clone me

Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony

Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me

(I Said!) Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me

What it do it’s Paul Wall I’m the people’s champ

My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I’m back with the camp

I’m crawling similar to a ant cuz I’m low to the earth

People’s feelings get hurt when they figure out what I’m worth

I got eighty fours poking out at the club I’m showing out

I’m a player ain’t no doubt hoes want to know what I’m bout

Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain

Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes

Switched the name It’s still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast

Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash

Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top

G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop

I got the internet going nuts

But T. Farris got my back so now I’m holding my nuts

It’s Paul Wall baby what you know bout me

I’m on that five nine south lead baby holla at me