"H-Town" lyrics
(feat. Sauce Walka)
Yeah, yeah
(X.O. think he all that) Yeah
Shit really a lifestyle, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Real H-Town shit, know what I'm talm' bout? Yeah
They say the time goes by, puffin' on lye
Man, just hopin' that it get 'em high
Got a nigga goin' crazy, yeah
Crazy, yeah (Mane)
It's H-Town, ho
A new slab was all he ever known to grind for
Niggas droppin' fours up in they cup, it move the time slow
Swangin' lane-to-lane look like he drivin' with a blindfold
Choppin' foreign tops, and all these hoes'll have your mind blown
Flawless diamonds in they mouth, these thousand dollar convos
Boosters got 'em dressin' like they walkin' in design shows
Rule number one: when you shinin', keep the nine close
But please don't get it twisted, nah, this shit ain't all good
Them fuckin' jackers out, them fiends is barkin' off the dog food
The young boys is wylin', niggas drawing like it's art school
Where niggas rise up, call that shit a carpool
These crooked ass laws is sendin' shots like we are barstools
See, most our homies caged and lookin' down on us from God's view
Shit, I done shed tears and I all I got to show is war wounds
One day you here, the next you X, man, like cartoons (Yeah, yeah), damn
I know it gets better, yeah (Gets better)
Just gotta keep your head up, mane (Gotta keep your head up)
Gotta keep your head up, mane, yeah (Gotta keep your head up)
We hustlin' for this cheddar, yeah (Hustlin' for this cheddar)
We just tryna get our bread up, mane (Just tryna get our bread up)
We just tryna get our bread up (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee), yeah, I'm fed up, yeah (Ooh-wee)
Close your eyes and visualize Caddies customized
Eighty-fours pokin' right by the body of a homicide
He was tryna visit his brother house, he from the other side
Thought that he'd be safe from all his opps so over there, he'd hide
Well, unfortunately this splash town, where every street we slide
Took two phone calls and lil' buddy was dead right outside
Niggas drinkin' theyselves straight to the feds, won't put them cups down
But a firearm, and a pint on a felon a super long ride
But how the fuck you 'posed to sell dope without your pistol?
On two-eighty-eight, you know them robbers slidin' with the missiles
They want all your rocks and crystals, your big booty lil' sister
Home of the players, yeah, they play the game a lil' thicker
Niggas talk a lil' slicker, you spin me, know what I'm talm' 'bout?
Pimpin' with a super soaker, still'll punch you in your fuckin' mouth
Bad bitches on the couch, it's a fine ho at every house
Way before some BBL's, all my hoes asses was swollen out
I'm from H-Town, the same place Beyoncé came down
I'm from H-Town, I made JAY-Z drop bucks on H-Town
Everybody gotta play now, is it 'cause of me?
I just wanted to see my city all rich and free, ooh-wee
(X.O. think he all that) Yeah
Shit really a lifestyle, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Real H-Town shit, know what I'm talm' bout? Yeah
They say the time goes by, puffin' on lye
Man, just hopin' that it get 'em high
Got a nigga goin' crazy, yeah
Crazy, yeah (Mane)
It's H-Town, ho
A new slab was all he ever known to grind for
Niggas droppin' fours up in they cup, it move the time slow
Swangin' lane-to-lane look like he drivin' with a blindfold
Choppin' foreign tops, and all these hoes'll have your mind blown
Flawless diamonds in they mouth, these thousand dollar convos
Boosters got 'em dressin' like they walkin' in design shows
Rule number one: when you shinin', keep the nine close
But please don't get it twisted, nah, this shit ain't all good
Them fuckin' jackers out, them fiends is barkin' off the dog food
The young boys is wylin', niggas drawing like it's art school
Where niggas rise up, call that shit a carpool
These crooked ass laws is sendin' shots like we are barstools
See, most our homies caged and lookin' down on us from God's view
Shit, I done shed tears and I all I got to show is war wounds
One day you here, the next you X, man, like cartoons (Yeah, yeah), damn
I know it gets better, yeah (Gets better)
Just gotta keep your head up, mane (Gotta keep your head up)
Gotta keep your head up, mane, yeah (Gotta keep your head up)
We hustlin' for this cheddar, yeah (Hustlin' for this cheddar)
We just tryna get our bread up, mane (Just tryna get our bread up)
We just tryna get our bread up (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee), yeah, I'm fed up, yeah (Ooh-wee)
Close your eyes and visualize Caddies customized
Eighty-fours pokin' right by the body of a homicide
He was tryna visit his brother house, he from the other side
Thought that he'd be safe from all his opps so over there, he'd hide
Well, unfortunately this splash town, where every street we slide
Took two phone calls and lil' buddy was dead right outside
Niggas drinkin' theyselves straight to the feds, won't put them cups down
But a firearm, and a pint on a felon a super long ride
But how the fuck you 'posed to sell dope without your pistol?
On two-eighty-eight, you know them robbers slidin' with the missiles
They want all your rocks and crystals, your big booty lil' sister
Home of the players, yeah, they play the game a lil' thicker
Niggas talk a lil' slicker, you spin me, know what I'm talm' 'bout?
Pimpin' with a super soaker, still'll punch you in your fuckin' mouth
Bad bitches on the couch, it's a fine ho at every house
Way before some BBL's, all my hoes asses was swollen out
I'm from H-Town, the same place Beyoncé came down
I'm from H-Town, I made JAY-Z drop bucks on H-Town
Everybody gotta play now, is it 'cause of me?
I just wanted to see my city all rich and free, ooh-wee
