"Hou's World" lyrics
Houdini, Pressa, NorthSideBenji & Tory Lanez Lyrics
[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
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, little 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 like Biggie
Shoulda seen my nigga how he did the whole 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 Audemars 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)
[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 little 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 Gs
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
[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
[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 I'm 'a knock him off balance
Bending her back and I'm fucking her sideways
Bust-down Rolex got baguettes right beside it
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
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, little 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 like Biggie
Shoulda seen my nigga how he did the whole 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 Audemars 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)
[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 little 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 Gs
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
[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
[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 I'm 'a knock him off balance
Bending her back and I'm fucking her sideways
Bust-down Rolex got baguettes right beside it
