Ratio

(Album: HOU I AM - 2019)

Sipping on Hi-Tech, I'm done with the ratio
Hearing the gang on the radio
I got her running fellatio (I got her running fellatio)
Trained to blow
Uhh

Sipping on Hi-Tech, I'm done with the ratio
Hearing the gang on the radio
I got her running fellatio
I got some niggas that's trained to blow
Hammer around so it's safe to go
Blowing a cheque and I make some more
Blowing a cheque and I make some more
Traphouse praying I make it home
Talking in code, jakes tapping the phone
Count dirty money, can't clean it with soap
Come through we making a scene for sure
Lil' bro aim for his top, let it go
Me and Hou trap by the eskimos
Bricks in the igloo, it's not for the low
Dropped in the one got a two on the stove
Got it all off, two birds in one stone

I'm outta town tryna' flip me some dope
All of this white, man, I feel like the popes
Ya I'm in the trenches I'm up on the road
Trap going dumb, need a whole 'nother phone
I put a two, got a four on the stove
HH, yeah I got me a clone
It ain't safe, where I'm from need a pole
Remember days kicking them doors
My niggas taking them souls
Come from the North where it's colder
Couldn't lean on a shoulder
Hoping we don't get pulled over
'Cause if we do then it's over
Hundred sticks, hundred soldiers
And I've never been a dozer
She know me, I don't know her

Sipping on Hi-Tech, I'm done with the ratio
Hearing the gang on the radio
I got her running fellatio
I got some niggas that's trained to blow
Hammer around so it's safe to go
Blowing a cheque and I make some more
Blowing a cheque and I make some more
Traphouse praying I make it home
Talking in code, jakes tapping the phone
Count dirty money, can't clean it with soap
Come through we making a scene for sure
Lil' bro aim for his top, let it go
Me and Hou trap by the eskimos
Bricks in the igloo, it's not for the low
Dropped in the one got a two on the stove
Got it all off, two birds in one stone

Drinking on lean, sipping Ratio
I'm up on the road, I'm making a jug
I pray that I make it home
My bro on the phone, he just heard my verse
He said that it gave him hope
He said just keep going, you know that we got it
Yeah, we gotta make it, bro
My niggas they juuging even in the summer
You know that we make it snow
My momma, she bugging, she say that I'm thugging
She say I need to change my goals
She say I need to change my ways
Forever stay stuck on that gang shit
These niggas, they know what we banging
Got a glizzy, the clip, it be hanging
These niggas, they don't want no static
Pull up and the scene, get dramatic
My niggas, we pulling these tactics
Don't fuck with ho's that be ratchet
My niggas, we making a move
My niggas, we making it happen
You niggas ain't 'bout it, you acting
Hop out in the cut and start spazzing