Hou’s World

Lyrics

[Intro: Pressa & NorthsideBenji] Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga Uh, yeah See Cuban links play freeze tag up on the wrist XD play freeze tag up on a bitch, for real Yeah, uh, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Pressa & NorthsideBenji] Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga Might just fuck it up, fifty thousand on a thriller Your boyfriend a bitch, you know he ain't a real nigga I'm a real killer so I don't need a killer And all she wanna do is get a little bit of money Your boyfriend a bitch, you postin' another nigga money Kidnap a nigga in this bitch, lil' sonny Kidnap a nigga in this bitch like Sonny If we see opps we gon' slide on the opps I was at the studio where Pac got shot I was sellin' crack, and Mama said, "Stop" I was sellin' crack, Mama said, "Get a job" (For real) But bitch I'm in the hood like the crack likе Biggie Shoulda seen my nigga how he did the wholе 80 Trap go crazy, 64 80 Whole lotta junkies, I was kicking it with any Nah, nah, nah, nah, I'm the realest as it get People call me Press 'cause that dope get stretched Crodie going crazy with an Audemar Piguet I keep on tellin' Mama, "We ain't runnin' out of bread" Nah, nah, nah, nah, 'cause shit too easy Police chasin' nigga but bitch I'm too weavy Cold in the city, she wan' wear a bikini And I'm with Houdini, he gon' play like a genie And she know nothing, she got nothing to rat on She could fall off and get up and get back on And when she grow up she wanna go get her bag on Hit from the back and do a dance like Camron (Yeah) [Verse 2: NorthSideBenji] See I started in the trap on the day shift Nigga, whoever knew that I would make it? See, I been gettin' rich so I gotta move more evasive Cause homie one false move and it's a face lift See you can see my shoes it ain't got no laces But it ain't about the keys up on my feet I'm tryna fill this lil' shoe box up in a week My doggie he open up new locks up with them keys (For real, yeah) See I just sent out 2 new Glocks out with that g's Paper coming in non-stop I'm getting cheese The Cuban links play freeze tag up on the wrist XD play freeze tag up on a bitch (For real) And I got shooters in the game like EA I know a couple real killer like Wee-Bey And all this envy in their heart, it's a pity I just praying that my dawgs don't try to get me, for real, dawg [Verse 3: Tory Lanez] Ayy, I got a similar stash up in the city Forgiato dip on the dash what I got in it It's a pretty little bitch with a bag and printed Fendi And any nigga winnin', they got similar tags to what I'm spinnin' I got big big money on the bag, my nigga My bitch'll fuck me on the jet and get no lag, my nigga It's Goyard luggage when I go to bag, my nigga It's no brag, pussy nigga, know the tab, my nigga I got a Lamborghini muffler, got heat, ayy And I got a trap house that's doubling every week, ayy Then I got a Rolls, big slippers on the toes Just so I could stunt up on these pussy niggas with the feet Still I got the trap jumpin' in a B My shooter got a mag dumpin' in their jeans Niggas say something, slap comin' out his teeth 'Cause ain't no pussy shit ain't ever come up out of me, no no no [Verse 4: Houdini] Yo, made a couple hundred racks and never even had to sit up in the bando Ayy, rickety rack after rack, stack 'til it can't fold, hundreds and fifties Cro' on the run and he still got them Glizzys Ain't tryna fuck if I don't got no Jimmy's Come make a milli' while I'm independent She got a thing for a young nigga livin' That nigga washed like he doin' the dishes Love it when you call a nigga big daddy Make a nigga wanna get a big Patek Been in the trap with Gene Shallot F&N's imma knock him off balance Bending her back and I'm fucking her sideways Bussdown Rolex got baguettes right beside it