Houston Still Holdin' ft. Bad Child Lyrics

Steppin' out tonight, I won't lie, I'm feelin' golden

And fuck what y'all heard, Houston still holdin

Snakes on my feet fly as a motherfuckin' eagle

Don't call this shit a comeback, it's the sequel

Left my snap back, tonight I'm rockin' a fedora

Movin' through the city, just me and my senora

Watch these 22's spin

I'm not Rhett Butler, bitch, but I'm gone with the wind

Hit a couple spots, a few shots, but not faded

If you my age, gettin' paid, fool, you made it

Off your ass, raise your glass, this that tequila

Open tab, have some laughs with mamacita

Steppin' out tonight, I won't lie, I'm feelin' golden

And fuck what y'all heard, Houston still holdin

Snakes on my feet fly as a motherfuckin' eagle

Don't call this shit a comeback, it's the sequel

Left my snap back, tonight I'm rockin' a fedora

Movin' through the city, just me and my senora

Catch us at the back of the bar

I'm not Big Moe, lil' bro, but there's purple stuff in my cigar

God as my witness, mind my business and stay out the way

Sometimes I share some game with youngsters out there catchin' plays

Streets can't compete when it comes to a lady's affection

These hoes trash, I'm only givin' my baby attention

Yeah

Smoke some, bitch

I'm gettin' high on the weed, sippin' on some drank

Fool, I'm comin' down, fuck what you hoes think