Artist: E.S.G. f/ H.A.W.K., Slim Thug Album: Everyday Street Gangsta Song: Break Them Boys Off Typed by: Lil Hustle [Intro] Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Bust a left a right, I'm out of sight I'm throwed Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Break these boys, break these boys off Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Bust a left a right, I'm out of sight I'm throwed [E.S.G.] Roll roll roll your drop, Chevrolet down the street G'eah fo's on my feet inside neat, can't be wishing no syrup on the seat Hydro sweets to a double tree, heard bout me got birds on the street S.U.C. SUV's, magno wet on the 3-16 Whip so clean displayed with screens, freestyle king just ask my team Fo' 15's down Martin Luther King, jackers claim they took the bling Try to do that I'ma hop out the Lac, and transform like Wolverine Yep 16's and a money machine, chasing green yep all day It was all a dream like B.I.G., P-O-P-P-A would say I get attention, like a shot bushes stunt Cause my old school'll transform, once I push the button I break em off [Hook] Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Bust a left a right, I'm out of sight I'm throwed Man it's understood, got money in my hood Man it's understood, got money in my hood Hood-hood, hopped out my big body form Man it's understood, got money in my hood [H.A.W.K.] I breathe with ease, just like I throw them B's Puff on trees, like Fat Rat I chase the cheese I'm in the matrix, like Keanu Reeves With crooks and thieves, and G's with college degrees Please believe, our franchise is better than Steve We push V's, with tops down feeling the breeze Yo main squeeze, is on these N-U-T's On her knees, and she's aiming to please Cause I'm riding in a coupe, the color of mustard Inside custard, one deep ain't no room for busters Inhale exhale, and spit flawless raps And I'ma give these boys hell, till my lungs collapse I [Hook] [Slim Thug] I'ma break them boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler Cause guess what Houston, fo's done got taller I-10 hauler, I'm trying to be a baller Back at the shop, I need my beat louder Need my paint wetter, do my insides better It's almost summer, get your slab together Time to do it like 9-6, and ball in the mix Went from crumbs to the bricks, ain't broke I'm fix I mean I'm rich, still swanging bumper kits I'm the same ol' G, y'all don't want that switch Me and E been dropping hits since, I forget But thangs ain't changed, mayn we still the shit haaa [Hook]