Uh, I kicks it with the [?] and that Isaiah carry One deep for life, I don’t know no woman I’ma marry Tryna find myself bald-headed, never hairy Ain’t afraid of nothin’ but being broke, that’s so scary (Aha) Comin’ down South Main Still rockin’ Dickies, I ain’t in no ball mane I report to nobody, I’m my own boss mane Ain’t Walker, ain’t Sanchie, but I got the sauce mane And I’m so Houston like that boy Gerald Green Like fridges and Timmy Chan and a cup of codeine Like Street Military just came with makin’ this dream Y’all sleepin’ on me but I’m wide awake in this dream
We goin’ up like a Rocket Takin’ off on you hoes We keep on goin’, we’re never stoppin’ Y’all already know how it goes We goin’ up like a Rocket Can’t see the ground no mo Instead of talkin’ down, you should’ve stayed down Now you can’t come around no more
South Side still holdin’ ’84 Biarritz, they got they mouth wide open Call up on a zippy, got that fire I’m hopin’ If it ain’t that loud and I can’t hear it, I ain’t smokin’ South Side, we roll on choppers And North Side, we hold on choppers When I’m rollin’ up on that West Side You know I got that thang on me I’ll ride on that East Side, they call me cocaine homie Fuck is I’m gon’ change fo, always be the same homie Reppin’ Houston Texas with a trunk full of bang homie
We goin’ up like a Rocket Takin’ off on you hoes We keep on goin’, we’re never stoppin’ Y’all already know how it goes We goin’ up like a Rocket Can’t see the ground no mo Instead of talkin’ down, we should’ve stayed down Now you can’t come around no more
We goin’ up like a Rocket Takin’ off on you hoes We keep on goin’, we’re never stoppin’ Y’all already know how it goes We goin’ up like a Rocket Can’t see the ground no mo Instead of talkin’ down, we should’ve stayed down Now you can’t come around no more