BACK2HOUSTON! Lyrics

No they really can't do what I do

No they really can't do what I do

Why you tryna flex for the folks lil boy, we knowin that you got no juice

You ain't gotta lie to folks lil man, we already know that you not cool

I'ma leave the state for a few, head back to the HOU

I need a whip with a glass wheel

Toyota Cam' in the grass still

I got my cap & my gown in December, I feel like the best in my class still

I got so used to the round of applause, but I pat myself on the back still

I told my brotha we goin' to Cali, when put my hand on a max deal

Tell the label

She addicted, I can't even save her

Snappin' like thanos when pen hit the paper

Say that he winning but nun to show for it

I think he more like a participator

My shooter he call his lil' stick a

Juul cause when he blow the choppa it turn you to vapor

Heard you was spinnin' that Nate unreleased

Boy you really a fan, but you act like a hater

Homie, can you tell me why they hatin' on me?

I don't really even be bragging a lot, came back to the spot with stocks & free tees

Spazz in the lot, Fiats & GT's new hot wheels whip, it don't even need keys

Goons in the back take shots in the whip so much that it feel like a rocket league team

No they really can't do what I do

Why you tryna flex for the folks lil boy, we knowin that you got no juice

You ain't gotta lie to folks lil man, we already know that you not cool

I'ma leave the state for a few, head back to the HOU