2AM in Houston

Lyrics

[Intro] (The Coal Cash Collection) (Welcome to Get a Bag Records) (Dime on the beat) (Let's get a bag) [Verse] Kevin Porter JR, bitch, I'm ridin' with the rocket Get a million right now, I'm still sendin' boxes How you takin' hits and you ain't caught you no bodies? Girl, you just a walkin' head, I do not want your body Real-ass nigga, don't give a fuck about the opps K whole street, don't give a fuck about the drop Chain on me, it cost a motherfuckin' block No stock on chops, hundred shots, we split tops Ayy, I'm ridin' with a thousand beans, am I fuckin' up? Tay, get your rental out the driveway, I'm pullin' up In the kitchen sweatin' hard, tryna hook it up Your next EP the only thing you cookin' up These the new Amiris, I can't get no ash on 'em Twenty each pocket, so I'm worth a Benz walking Walked your mans down when we caught your mans walking Well, he ended up running, but my mans caught him Fifty 'bows in the loft, got the hall banging Shootin' fin one hand, got my arm banging I'll send a nigga up wearin' Palm Angels All this dog shit I'm countin' got my palms stinking When I pull up on the snorters, it's like God touch This a Louis trucker, bitch, I don't wear Von Dutch How you snitchin' knowin' for what niggas signed up? That dickhead get a lot of niggas lined up Put me in the lineup They gon' tell you I'm in the nigga whippin' shine now In the club, I get the blick in like I'm Shyne, huh? You ain't fuckin' with no chickens, niggas lyin', huh? Ayy, look, white sticks on my shit, nigga, countertops Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'm richer than your mama's side Richer than your daddy, bitch, think your granny rich? Well, let me tell you this, I'm richer than your granny, bitch (Let's get a bag) Band a night, got me sleepin' in the Post Oak This my third Instagram, I like to post boasts Ain't no keys on that bitch, you drove the wrong boat You ain't make no cheese with that bitch, you with the wrong ho Really in the field with it I was fucked up, really worth a meal ticket Bossed up, yeah, I know it really kill niggas Walk up, yeah, you know we really kill niggas Ayy, really in the field with it I was fucked up, really worth a meal ticket Bossed up, yeah, I know it really kill niggas Walk ups, yeah, you know we really kill niggas [Outro] (Let's get a bag)