| G’yeah, Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon, PJ |
| Sir Daily, C-Ward, we the Boyz N Blue motherfuckers |
| What the-what them boys gon do, when them blue boys come through |
| Blue-blue toys at you, pointing them toys at you |
| I make cash quick, wide load class twist |
| Optimoe full of dro, so fantastic |
| So Sir fucking Daily, is still on top |
| And your fucking lady, is still on my jock |
| When we vacate it’s Kaynan Islands, and cuban cigars |
| When we pull up we back to back, in European cars |
| (fa sho) your whips new, but they not newer than ours |
| We entrepreneurs conessuors, slash superstars |
| It’s Killa nigga, but not the one up out the Dip Set |
| It’s the one that hang with that blue gang, like a Crip set |
| That’ll get the clip set, leave you niggas whips wet |
| Bust in your chick face, leave that hoe lips wet |
| It’s Slim Thugger motherfucker, tell it like it G-O |
| Making niggas get in line, like a fucking P. O |
| Boyz N Blue, run the H-Town streets |
| Niggas better bow down, when you see the badge piece ha |
| Verse two what it do, representing Boyz N Blue |
| We gon shut the game down, when these young niggas through |
| And that’s true can’t stop, to the motherfucking top |
| Boss Hogg Outlawz, number one without bop |
| It’s C-Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward |
| I could get ya drank and weed, soft to hard |
| I’m known off that Yellowstone, Boulevard |
| Even though I’m out on bond, I’m dranked out for the 'nard |
| It’s P to the motherfucking J, what you say |
| Spit flows pimp hoes, jack niggas move yay |
| H-Town Houston Texas, Northside’s where I lay |
| Rap hustling motherfucker, hell no I don’t play |
| Break a hoe down, like a ki or a pound |
| Me I’m pimping niggas simping, man these boys out of line |
| Trunk open top down, swanging 4's showing surround |
| Make a hater go blind, once he see that blue line |
| It’s some new sheriffs in town, look at the badges on the necklace |
| You boys best respect it, or it’ll get hectic |
| So I suggest, that you chill with that plex shit |
| Cause you don’t wanna be behind the barrel, when you see the tech spit |
| Killa got the heat, C-Ward behind the wheel |
| Sir blazing up the dro, P load the steel |
| We stay ready strapped up, nigga for the cause |
| You don’t want it, with them Boss Hogg Outlawz |