So Houston ft. Lil Bri Lyrics

I'm from the city where Mexicans

Say nigga but them my niggas

We good with them

We had to shop at Almeda Mall

Taqueria

Just for the salsa

45 riding no median

We speeding

We dodging the officers

Back to the south west

Where you need a vest

Just to go shopping

They had them choppers

Before they learned to use chopsticks

China town grubbing wit my chick

We came for the crawfish

I was so southern then I moved to northwest

We seen them horses

In the street

Next to the porches

Livestock in the backyards

Country boys and they not frauds

290 249

Too gangsta 44 and 9

Grill em that Texas Barbeque

When it get dark

Pull an audible

Cuz on little York

You a target too

Used to sneaker shop At Greenspoint

Should've never been out in guns point

That's a lesson learned I won't even front

They'd roll you up like a damn blunt

It's so humid here

Only cold front

It's the golds in my got damn fronts

Golds in my damn fronts

Lean wit me like they po up

Elbows on a candy crush

When you hear it banging

You know it us

H Town it's the culture

Getting dolled signs like the vultures

Screw city

Where we post up

In the parking lots

You know it's us

You know it's us

You know it's us

H Town

You know it's us

I wanna free all my niggas from trauma

I wanna take care of all the baby mamas

I'm in the ghetto with trappers and scholars Who look up to me

Cause I went to college

But really I'm learning from y'all to be honest

I'm trying to win help all of my partners

Link up get money and quit trying to opp us

Watch out for coppers

And watch out for blockers

I'm just a geto boy

Scars on my face

My mind playing tricks

I'm all over the place

Gotta stay focused ain't catching no case

But life can be a challenging

When you my race

I'm from the city that's close to the border

Where shit can get muddy

Like Galveston water

I get on them beats

And go Harry Potter

Like man hold up

scars on my face

Like man hold up hold up

We on the block like trade deadlines

Trying to ball like the franchise

With the homies like the fab 5

Throw up the H

No gang signs

The only thing banging is bass in my ride

Not the only thing banging

I just told a lie

The ladies here badder

Yeah they well fed

Bougie bitty said she from the Bel Air

Pasadena mami need some fresh air

Hood hopping like she in the third

Fifth wards

At the post like a power forward

Get to know me

From the H you can hear when I talk

Lyrical niggas ain't only New York

Let me talk to em

Riding down 6 10 in a big Benz

Dropping that top with my thick friends

But we slim in the right places

Dragging that load like I got me a CDL

No need for a BBL

Houston Texas got the baddest women

He took me to eat out at Papadueaxs

Started filling them drinks

So we took the food to go

You know then you know

The paint the color the drink

Smoking that gas that dank

Rarely outside only when I'm at the bank