Rollin’

Back in the bitch Swishahouse Down South, where I stay, switch four lanes Live my nigga's day, from the Antoine to the MLK These H-Town boys like to swang bang Welcome to the city of game, piece and chains and swang Pop trunk and bang, as I grip wood grain I'm down city, where they show no pity Pain be looking pretty, them haters finna shoot me Lone star baller, in a chop crawler 18 Year old shot caller, in a drop top Prowler No less, a vest yes I must confess And seven shots in my chest, to relieve all stress Freshly pressed in my Guess, I got baguettes on my chest It's Third Coast in the do', all the rest must rest Went from a BMX, to GS Lex Born and raised in Houston-Tex, but we don't want no plex Down South, where I stay, switch four lanes Live my nigga's day, from the Antoine to the MLK These H-Town boys like to swang bang Down South, where I stay, switch four lanes Live my nigga's day, from the Antoine to the MLK These H-Town boys like to swang bang