Showin’ Skillz

[Chorus]

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Comin down with the [?] wheel

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]

I had to chill, showin' nun but skills

I serve them like a waiter, now them haters on my heel

I'm swangin', stayin' fly from Jade to Love Field

And my pockets stay fat and chubby like Bobby Hill

It's me and Lil Keke, and we representin' Texas

Crawlin' slow like a text message, swangin' so wreckless

I'm breakin' all the records, when I pull out cobalt over gold

And TV Johnny took my mold so my grill gon' be throwed

I tip on 44's, with the top let back

I'm actin' bad, no Oscar, I don't know how to act

Attempted murder is the charge, when they see how I strut

'Cause I'm killin' the competition, when that trunk raise up

And I'm a beast on Sundays off MLK

So when you see that 'Lac swangin', gon' move out the way

Them Texas boys don't play, let the champ roll through

I'm drivin' slow and I'm bangin' Screw, baby, steady showin' my skills

[Chorus]

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Comin' down with the [?] wheel

[Verse 2: Lil Keke]

Big wheel ballin', droppin' the trunk crackin'

Woman on the grill, for real, 'cause we stackin'

84's fresh low pro so I'm packin'

Clutchin' on the wheel and steel, 'cause they jackin'

The streets goin' nuts, so I buttered the guts

First I sprayed the old school then I chromed the strut

I got the inside sandy, outside brandy

Nine [?] but silver on me that's candy

Windows up AC on invisible top

I got the hog so nasty they call it a slop

I got the wood like furniture, floors like they mink rugs

AV8 knockin' defenition of a thug

The sky fallin', raisin' up the bumper kit

I see them lookin', 'cause I'm glowin' with the TV's lit

Flash a moment, and let them see the grill

I'm breakin' up concrete, I'm showin my skills

[Chorus]

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Comin' down with the [?] wheel

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

I got Brandy wine, candy gloss

Certified wet stained

And it got me actin' bad, crooked in the turnin' lane

Steerin' wheel made of grain, Swisha House on the chain

15 inch flat screen off in the roof, make it rain

Texas where I make it swang, vogue tires hugging lane

Trunk up from TC Jester all the way to Fontaine

Belts and buckles on the back, grill and woman on the front

Check me out on YouTube, I'm worldwide pullin' stunts

Showin' naked wavin' trunk, set trends like Corey Blount

I'm parking lot patrolling, I stay on the hunt

I got the super poke stickin' out, Pokemon chrome rims

Sliding like [?], be divin' for a rare gem

Will and Kobe in the back, watchin' Backyardigans

Tippin on glass slippers, and rollin' up them twenty twins

Famous stars on the shirt, makin' haters hurt

When I pull up with them swangers underskirts I be

[Chorus]

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Grippin' wood grain, workin wood wheels

Showin my skills, showin my grills

Comin' down with the [?] wheel