Lyrics:
the golden gloves
Called us scrubs hit the Jordan shrug
That's up and under with the dunk
H town double clutch
James Harden when I cook up
When I miss the 3
Houston
H-Town on acoustic
Bands in my lap
I'm at legends in Houston
Bad as I am dope boys
Told me to do it
Strippers they choosey
So I make them lose it
I drop by to check on mama
For a minute
I could hear her hummin' a tune
Through the screen door in the kitchen
She was puttin' the final
H-I-V'll make ya dick hang sideways,
And dat ain't cool fool ''cause its Friday.
[Chorus]
Throw tha west side in da air,
Throw tha east side in da
cost 20 grand, got 'em lookin' like, "Damn!"
Down in H-Town, I'm the man, hold up!
My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like,
As the river passed you by
When you call my name from wherever you are
I will find my way back to your home town
I will send a prayer to wherever you've
When the phone loses service, I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with heroin
control by at the four-point
Like, ain't nothin' to a locc, huh?
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh?
They ain't show up to the court, huh?
But then charges
stuntin'
Put no trust in a chick, when I go check
That bitch keep that shit by my boxers, aye
Free Number 30 and free Tallup Twin
Man they got all my dogs
I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
Mind frame, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
Except this
Maybe it's from all of this human exposure
I see nothin' but dumb fucks with a bunch of chips on their shoulders
But I'm one in the same, world's to blame
bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P.A.T.
lil' one I ain't had nothin'
Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't frontin'
I know one day I'm gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it
Distance
solve that
Or not
Fuck it I just can't be the hero
Im De Niro in Heat
But i skipped town with Eady
Keep it bumpin'
The iron pumping
The whip is jumping
on a daily you should see me on my grind
All its getting mine on dem H-Town blocks,
Dodgin them fake niggas and dem pussy ass cops
You don't see me on ya
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
pretty hot
'Cause he knowin that Tecca Ninna's a dirty chopper
He's handle, holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hovering having hella go H
Too much time in a lonely room
Lookin' outside and I miss your view
Lost in the dark, nothin' to lose
Can't say why I was never enough for you
It's
ain't savin' no ho, hell nah, wearin' capes now
Rich nigga shit, gettin' diamonds out of Cape Town
Run in his spot, hit him up, this a shake down
I'm
crash it into Macy's
Move in the museum with
The brontosaurus fossils
Kill an #8H monologue at Rockefeller Plaza
Go to town and burn a tower
Down like
I know you like my shoes, cause you walk in my shoes
And would you be prepared to see (would ya?)
A life full of money and a life full of girls
But
a bad bitch that's gon' hold me down
These niggas steady on the line, tryna come around
Me slide out in that Lexus Cruze, I'm thuggin' round the town
Lay
when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over
in town
If you got a budget baby then we cannot relate
Ou, they gon hate cause we flexin' dawg
From the stage to booth where we reppin' dawg
I never
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