Текст песни
Aye
Peezy
DG
MMR Type Shit, Nigga You know How we coming bruh
Aye bruh realistically you Come up Where you grow up
And you grow Up Where you come up n allat so, you Know the vibes bruh
Home is Home and it's only up from Here
DG the Mob type shit; it is what it is Ya feel me?
Ya feel me?
Aye Aye (Another One, Stupid Ass)
Go ahead and get your bitchass
From round here
North fort bend
West Houston
Grew up out there
I ain't tryna be street
I'm just repping my hood
Katy Creek
Parkway Oaks
Cinco Ranch
What's good?
Used to bag the grams
And flip the fuckin distillate
And if they had a problem
Cuzzo go ahead and pistol whip
In the suburban communities
We would tax em the most
They thought that we were the worst
And we just took em for jokes
Keep it a buck it
It ain't get as crazy as in
Foreign Park
Highway Six
Or the Wards
We ain't go there after dark
We just took the trips to get the shit
That we had to flip
And I ain't really like to do it
But it is what it is
But bitch I rap now
Making money moves and I'm just Watching that shit stack now
Did a couple shows
That were the opposite of
Packed Out
Now I'm chasing rackies like that Show with the Cat N Mouse
Ugh
Had a chat with Lucy over Quarantine
But only one
She introduced me to my savior
I call him the holy one
He told me when it comes to rapping
Bitch I got a hole in one
You niggas ain't even up to par
I'm knocking my shit to the sun
Speaking of Sun baby, my future is Bright
Niggas is hating?
Don't care