houston Lyrics

You made a goal, ruin my day

Clouds all around me a dark grey

Force your way back into my life,

With little to no change

Now I'm stuck back in Houston with no say

With no way back, one way

Took a one way

I'm living lavish and shit, you see me up and come fast like a bitch

I really wanted to cherish this shit

But you came up and you perished and shit

I'm tired of it

All the games you be playing, you disappear like magic and shit

You like a jester, you be clownin' a bit

No time for acts, cause you crown in that shit

Bitch full of hate, but I lavish in it

Designer brands head to toe

That's the fit

Take a picture, and I'll blow, make a hit

Fuck a movie, but she fucked in a flick

I don't make stories, yet I'm writing the script

I don't make stories, yet I'm writing the script

Yeah

Ohh

You hitting my phone you be begging to meet

Don't send no text, don't need receipts

Don't call my phone, you'll hear the beep

When I'm on go, they crowding streets

Neck on froze, freezing, chat my teeth

If you want smoke then we can beef

If you want smoke then we can-

I move with the flow

Front seats of the show

I ain't got time for press, but take some pictures, I'll strike a pose, yeah

Headlining all of the shows yeah

In Dallas with all different clothes, yeah

He bump Biggie, but I'm bumpin' Bone yeah

Changed my number, and got a new phone yeah

Can't go out like this, ay

I'm steppin ricks in different fits ay

Ain't no hunch, I be travellin' bitch

You stay biddin' but I just outbid

Talking money, you no accountant

She wanna son but she act like a kid

You made a goal, ruin my day

Clouds all around me a dark grey

Force your way back into my life,

With little to no change

Now I'm stuck back in Houston with no say

With no way back, one way

Took a one way

You made a goal, ruin my day

Clouds all around me a dark grey

Force your way back into my life,

With little to no change

Now I'm stuck back in Houston with no say

With no way back, one way

Took a one way

She be thinkin' she part of the crew

She think we playing games, she thinkin' pool

I get to the grub, yes I get to the food

Move with that confidence, movin' with moods

He talkin' big, but I talk with that tool

All of this guap got these niggas confused

In Houston with packs

In Houston with views