[Lyric] Crystal Castles in the Hood (DJ Vibe Inc. & Max Barbaria)

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
I'm a gangsta to the end, ridin' for the set
Black Chevrolet with the paint still wet
J's on my toes, locs on my eyes
Crawlin' on 4's every time I slide by
Nothin' less than the truth on the streets of the South (H-Town)
on my swag, cause the diamonds in my mouth
But I move lowkey, posted in the trap
Raw with the rap to put my hood on the map
I'ma do this one for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat
And my partner named Screw, so I let the trunk crack
What they know about that? Haters better chill
Plus I'm packin' somethin' that they classify as steel
Reppin' my block, still doin' my thing
Trunk full of bang, holding A.B.N. gang
Screwed Up Click, I'ma let the world know
Before it's all over, we gon make the world slow

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
You can find me in the hood, swangin' in the drop
Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top
Locs on my face and my grill so clean
Thirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollerin', "What it do?" (Talk to 'em)
[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
'65 Impala, Chevy SS
The top disappear, see the clear VVS
I guess you know the name, I ain't even gotta say it
When I say it's goin' down, SK start sprayin'
Block E-N-T and A.B.N. in charge
Everybody muggin', face different starch
I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it
Ayy, a semi-auto, my pack fullest
We bullies on the block, the hustle don't stop
It's eat what you kill, that's the motto off top
Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town
Tell 'em this the shake down, lay face down
Me and my Trae gettin' cake now
Split it down the middle, fifty-fifty, that's the break down
Baby, keep your face down and don't talk back
You can find me in the hood, , distributin' packs

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
You can find me in the hood, swangin' in the drop
Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top
Locs on my face and my grill so clean
Thirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollerin', "What it do?" (Talk to 'em)
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollerin', "What it do?" (Talk to 'em)
[Outro]
You see, my son was going to warn you about the Maharajah's telegram
The Maharaja did not send it
It was sent by an enemy who wants you out of Shanghai
Would you come with me, please?
My associates, Mr. Tintin
We are friends committed to fighting crime in China
Our greatest adversary is a man of your acquaintance
A Japanese operating out of Shanghai
Mitsuhirato