No Houston

Sup? Alright, count it up

Let's go, let's go

Two tone, fruity pebbles Murakami

Two-two-two tone fruity two-tone fruity-kami

Got these bitches call me papi

Run it, run it, run it, run it

Run it, run it, run it, run it

Man, I'm on a hundred like right now

Steppin' on, reppin' on my town

Reppin' H-town, no Houston

Hoppin' in the whip, put the light down

Man, I'm really feelin' myself

Better not fuck up my vibe now

Better not fuck up my whoo

Better not fuck up my wait, hah

Better not fuck up my vibe, my bad

You cannot fuck up my vibe

Kickin' back, sippin' lemonade

Maybe some fries on the side

Let me get a number five, and some chilly pepper dip

That can make me come alive

I'm the new student of the game, eh

Y'all are just some alumni

Rule number one, never chase on a bitch

What's up? That's what I do

Rule number two, yo bitches, gotta match yo fit

I got it

Run it, run it, run it, run it

Look, okay, uh-uh, huh-uh-uh, ok, uh, uh-uh

Look, flinch stone, buss down, when you walk, don't make a sound

Mamacita let me get your number

'Cause you lookin' like straight outta Tumblr

Damn, and you might just be finer than summer

And you got a boyfriend? That's cap

And she got a boyfriend that raps?

Okay, okay, okay

Classic and the blunt ashy

You don't fuck with Jenny, so I know you fuck with Ashley

Can't get pass me? Young great gatsby

I stay inside the stu 'til my voice get raspy dawg

Young Kyle, my fuck Young Kyle, ay yeah

No Houston, no Houston

Yeah, Young Sixty

One time

Man, I'm on a hundred like right now

Steppin' on, reppin' on my town

Reppin' H-town, no Houston

Hoppin' in the whip, put the light down

Man, I'm really feelin' myself

Better not fuck up my vibe now

Better not fuck up my whoo

Alright, look

Look, two tone, fruity pebbles Murakami

Pull up, shit, doing donuts on a Camry

Got these bitches call me Papi, bitch from Alcopoco

But her daddy local, that's how you know she nasty

Now all the bitches from high school

Decided to change their mind and then follow me first

Like uh, uh, uh

'Cause I be rappin' now, boy what's happenin' now?

Bitch, get off of my shit, new shirt

Like uh, uh, uh

'Cause whole team get the money, whole scene get the money, whole cream get the money

Your shit sound funny when I make me some money

I'll flip me some money, I'll make me more money

She bounce like a bunny, she bounce for the money , get down for the money, and she want it Cash App

Uh-uh

Hop in that bitch and I go, buss down, keep it on froze

Whippin' that shit in slo-mo

When your boy tuckin' it, uppin' it, stuckin' it, better go ghost

145 on the flow

Young T out, yeah, lookin' for the dough

Walk out the LV store

Tell that lil' bitch, don't fuck up the dough

Why the outside motherfuckers be talkin' and talkin' the most?

I'm blowin' that green like Piccolo, Piccolo

She tryna fuck it and suck it, I up it and stick it, she wanna get turned to a puppet

I get it and bag it up, stack it up, wack motherfuckers, better let it go frozen, uh

Classic and the blunt ashy

You don't fuck with Jenny, so I know you fuck with Ashley

Can't get pass me? Young great gatsby

I stay inside the stu 'til my voice get raspy dawg

Easy

Bitch, Sixty

Piece of cake

44 got the keys, 24 on the keys

Young boy got the keys

Keys