Pressin’ Them Buttons

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
It might be scrued, it might be watched, hoe
When you hear it in your trunk, let your music go

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
It's Paul Wall baby, as bright as tip toe
I'm caked up, my money run long, like very long
I'm Texas made, ball fade in the creese
I'm a player known for gettin down, the champ is a beast
I'm in the 75 Catolac Convertable drop
On them buttons sittin lovely, now go grab me a mop
Got the parking lot boppin when I drop them screens
I'm on the internet stuntin, I'm the YouTube king
Sitttin sideways, I'm off haize, I'm in a dayze throwed
Choppin blades, I'm gettin payed, in that candy paint low
When the trunk waves, the crowd stays, I travil down slow
I'm so player, man, pimp game, never faide, hoe

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
It might be scrued, it might be watched, hoe
When you hear it in your trunk, let your music go

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
They see my trunk, a hater mad, cause it could knock him up
A prostitute, the way it wave, drop and suck
If you ain't got the doors, it ain't no use in coppying nothing
I'm like trafic, the way I stop in something
If you lookin for me, you can hit me round the corner
In the car with a couple of hoes, sittin round the boarder
Bitches try to call, but I tell them to not get closer
Spendin my time tryna beat the block, turn it to a pulp
They say I gotta get Young Money like Weezy
Hit the stash and trap it out like 1745 like Jeezy
The gunner told me "you ain't shit if you ain't ridin major"
So I tossed the leather, hit the slab and copped the alligator
Tha Truth just ain't gon have it, doctors left me diagnosed
But they should've never givin me a money spending habbit
Pockets deeper than the throat of the freak in the back of my seat
Killed her baby daddy, that's why she never seen him for weeks

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
It might be scrued, it might be watched, hoe
When you hear it in your trunk, let your music go

[Verse 3: Lil Keke]
Haters of the slab was tryna tell me I can't have nothin
I came through stuntin and Kush bumpin
Atack in the new lack, it ain't nothin
Camero on three piece rhyms, pressin them buttons
I been through swangin and bangin, if you ain't know
I'm grown now nigga, I heard Paul goin slow
Fresh in that OG4 slab
Slide 5 Rollies, I'm acrobatic
My hair gon blow when I pop the lid
I've just been tryna do it big, since a snot nosed kid
I smash out on bars, wherever they at
And I keep poppin my trunk, like I'm fixin the flap

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Come through swangin, bangin and pressin them buttons
Two slabs, brand new crib, it ain't nothin
It might be scrued, it might be watched, hoe
When you hear it in your trunk, let your music go