H-Town

(album: We Never Said It Was Good - 2008)

Just a few kids
Coming straight from H-Town
Representing super styling
While we're making our rounds
Collecting cash straight bills
Like Benjamins honey
We'll pull a Glock on your ass
If you don't got our money
We run these street like a marathon
We're king shit
Sizzleipping on that sizzurp
Always down to get lit
Keep it thugging super fly
Double time on the high
I keep it gangster when I'm rolling
Got hydraulics on my ride

Rolling down the street snacking on Cheerios
Sipping that apple juice
Laid back I got my mind on my music
And my music on my mind
Don't bitch if you get your ass kicked
For talking mad shit
Cause hey
You're the one who said it
Bust a cap in your punk ass
And we won't regret it

When we flowing the mic
We drop more bombs than the army
We wreck shop so hard
That it could be alarming
To some
But those bitches need to man up quick
And grow a set of balls
Before we whoop that trick
We pimp hoes
And own expensive clothes
We got our Gucci
Got Versace and our Rolex to go
With our gats
AK-47s hanging out the window
Of a cadillac
Rat-a-tat
Tat tat tat tat

I hate it when you call me big poppa
Cause I'm self conscious about my weight
Throw your hands in the air
If you want another sirloin steak
When we're rolling in our Volkswagen beetle
Down the highway
We're steady at the speed limit
Cruising in the right lane
Don't fuck with us
That's what we're here to say
We failed recess
Cause we don't play

(Word)