[Hook - 2x]
You got a problem with my city, get the f** out
Ain't got nothing good to say bout Houston, get the f** out
We ain't trying to deal with no mo' haters, we already got enough
Get the f** out our city, before you end up in the dust
[Z-Ro]
H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S
We got Crips and Bloods and crooked cops, that'll open up your chest
Think I'm lying, HPD'll pull over on a dark road
Then snatch your a** out the back seat, and let they pistols unload
Even though I'm out on bond, when I'm out in public I'm armed
Plus I'm rolling with them lil' ignant n***as, Boss and Jay'Ton
And Lil B, out of R-I-D-G-E-M-O-N-T
And y'all know I'm packing that artillery, that can crack the concrete
Micro down South folks post, smoking on that good dro smoke
Either in my Crentley or my Fleetwood, letting 83's poke
Holding the wood grain sturning wheel, South Main the k** burning still
Go under the six and left, and hop on six-ten I got a soda I'm put a six in
And a cold a** doggy style, I'ma put a b**h in
Some of y'all n***as are busters, but garunteed we real on this end
If you don't know, ya better ask somebody
Give it up for Houston b**h, or we gon blast somebody
[Hook - 2x]
[Jay'Ton]
Now you can see me in my city, sitting low on swangs
With the trunk popped Glock co*ked, waiting for haters
In my city we play no games, South Klique what I claim
And if a n***a disrespect us, you'll get one in your brain
So just sit back and chill, 'fore your a** get grilled
By a guerilla n***a that's only 18, worth a mill
Banging my music slowed down, wrecking shows out of town
n***as talking that bullsh**, and get you put underground
[Lil B]
H-Town is where I hang change lanes, and grip on grain
Bo'guarding intersections in Texas, we po' up mayn
You got a problem with my city, then address it
17 shots, from the Glock'll be your blessing
I'm sick of you haters talking down, cause we be wrecking
Ain't nothing but hustlers down here, we feddy fetching so get to stepping
I'm letting you know, it ain't no games being played
Lil B the main reason, y'all roaches getting sprayed
[Hook - 2x]
[Trae]
Houston we have a problem, where a a**hole pissed the f** off
Born and raised out the city, where the street life'll get you f**ed off
And lately these n***as getting beside theyself, like they can
Until I greet 'em with the heat, to make 'em understand
It ain't nothing weak around here, cause it go down around here
Buck the H if you wanna, you'll never get found round here
I promise you other n***as, got the game out of line
Houston Texas until I die, we ain't hard to find
[Boss]
See we be swanging through these neighborhoods, on these swangas we swanging on
Can't see us in foreign b**hes, Perelli we gliding on
Maab afilliated, so me and my n***as riding on
Get the f** out my city, cause hating'll get you flying home
Sliding home, out of town plexing'll get you boxed up
n***as get put in six foot Zip-locks, for trying to box us
I'm from the H, I keep it E to the B
H to the G, till you see me in these streets with my heat
[Hook - 2x]