[Intro: Propain]
Yeah
Man, this shit sound like
Summertime in Houston on a Sunday
Yeah (Tayo, you the GOAT)
[Verse 1: Propain]
Okay, I come down like Geronimo (GorillaOnThaTrack), bitch love how these diamonds glow
Waist come from the doctor, but that ass come from her mama, though
In the field like I got cleats on, man, I'm tryna make these commas grow
If a nigga ever think about reachin', this 40 singin' like The Commodores
I pop it and pick up the shell case, this out the mud and I'm self-made
Off of rhymin' these words, I could've been slangin' some shit that's as white as Adele facе
But instead, all these rеcords the dope and I swear that the trap really roll like Pharrell skates
And I'm chasin' the Apple and Zelle pays, and I never get tired like Kev Gates
I just stack it and run up the score
She know I'm one of a kind, the Carti', put diamonds in mine, shit, I gotta go
Tell I'm the one in my town, the Rockets goin' overtime and I'm on the floor
The way that I'm killin' the crown, they gave me no choice but to shine, I started off broke
Way I be bossin' and hoggin' it, shit, I could've been signed to BH and O, yeah
But I got this out the dirt, could still see the shit on my shirt
Swear we ain't missin' no work, she walkin' out, fixin' her skirt
Legend, put this on the turf, I started out last, but these niggas gon' mention me first
Frank said it's joy in this pain, so it ain't no stoppin', I'm here tryna win 'til it hurt
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
We them boys on them thangs (Comin' down)
We like pop trunk (That's right), and bang (And that's how we do it, baby)
We make noise (Yeah, yeah, yeah), and break frames (Comin' down)
We like to come down (That's right, y'all), and switch lane
[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Picture-perfect Sunday in the city, bring them slabs out
Pretty bitches out here takin' pictures with they ass out
Homie had too much to drink, I think he 'bout to pass out
'Posed to pour up, pick a few, I'm through, then I mash out
It's so easy to me 'cause I keep a lot of bait
Same bait got the jealous talkin' down with the hate
It's Boss Life, I got it at the crib on the gate
Livin' like I'm pushin' weight, we got boats on the lake
Take 59 South, 610, Westheimer
At the Galleria mall, boo, come shop with a shiner
Big Slim right behind her like I'm tryna get vagina
Got sugar babies worldwide, H-Town to China
Since a kid, been a grinder, ask the city, they'll vouch
I be smokin', makin' mils, you be smokin' on the couch
Them clout chasers and haters'll never be us players
We legends livin' major, favored by the savior
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
We them boys on them thangs (Comin' down)
We like pop trunk (That's right), and bang (And that's how we do it, baby)
We make noise (Yeah, yeah, yeah), and break frames (Comin' down)
We like to come down (That's right, y'all), and switch lane
