H-Town Niggas

Lyrics

[Intro: Z-Ro] Sound like some second line shit, jack You dig? Oh, I'm on my Juvenile shit right now, nigga I'm on my Project English My 2005, I need it in my life, hold up [Chorus: Z-Ro] H-Town niggas 'til we in our casket Always smokin' personals, we never pass it Every time you see us, we got automatic Actin' like some niggas that ain't never have shit (Uh) And we ain't playin', we got paper to chase (Paper to chase, uh) So cut through the talkin' and bring us straight to the safe (Straight to the safe, uh) Or you gon' fuck around and catch a stray to the face (Stray to the face, uh) If we in this bitch, ain't nobody safe in the place [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] I'm an H-Town king 'til I'm dead and gonе I'm a real dough boy, I got bread at home I usеd to eat at Frank's on Telephone (Facts) My kush so loud, m-megaphone I'm not fuckin' with you, I got hustle, nigga All them threats sound cool 'til I flush you, nigga I'm at 7-Eleven with eleven rings on my fingers, I'm Bill Russell, nigga I'll tussle with you like Tuck (Tuck), I'll stab a nigga like Buck (Buck) If you don't put in the work, they gon' put you to work, so them hoes, I ain't tryna fuck (What?) I do the dashboard in my robes, I like to fast forward my hoes Skip all the small talk, I'm like Sauce Walk, oohwee, my whips froze I got a fetish for lettuce (Ayy), Cash App it or Zelle it (Ayy) Your weed quiet, I can't smell it (Shh), there's no need to inhale it (No need to inhale it) I'm still reppin' that Clover (Ayy), I'm still standin' on business (Ayy) I'm still puffin' that doja (Ayy), at 24 Hour Fitness (That's right) [Chorus: Z-Ro] H-Town niggas 'til we in our casket Always smokin' personals, we never pass it Every time you see us, we got automatic Actin' like some niggas that ain't never have shit (Uh) And we ain't playin', we got paper to chase (Paper to chase, uh) So cut through the talkin' and bring us straight to the safe (Straight to the safe, uh) Or you gon' fuck around and catch a stray to the face (Stray to the face, uh) If we in this bitch, ain't nobody safe in the place (Look, haha) [Verse 2: Z-Ro] If we in this bitch, ain't nobody safe in the place (Nobody) This a hand cannon, this ain't a .38 in the waist (All y'all) I got them hands, how many of these are you gon' take to the face? (Shit) Boy, you gon' swear to God you got hit with a plate to the face (Beat your bitch ass) I ain't tryna be bothered, look, I just came here to collect and leave (Yeah) Look, I got shit to do, got this lil' bad bitch that keep textin' me (Hello?) Go get my shit and bring my shit back and sit my shit next to me (Yeah) Just do what I say do and still breathin' what you'll be blessed to be Nah, I ain't come to play no games in this motherfucker (I ain't come to play no games, ayy) Let this bitch go, I ain't gon' even aim in this motherfucker (I ain't gon' even aim, ayy) If I said it, I meant it, I bet I did it too (Haha) Might let you make it just to let my lil' niggas get rid of you (Oh) [Chorus: Z-Ro] H-Town niggas 'til we in our casket Always smokin' personals, we never pass it Every time you see us, we got automatic Actin' like some niggas that ain't never have shit (Uh) And we ain't playin', we got paper to chase (Paper to chase, uh) So cut through the talkin' and bring us straight to the safe (Straight to the safe, uh) Or you gon' fuck around and catch a stray to the face (Stray to the face, uh) If we in this bitch, ain't nobody safe in the place (Safe in the place, haha)