Huh
It's that boy KJ comin' from that H
Yes, it's the only Houston, Texas
Guaranteed, you know we gon' be flexin'
Send me the location via text
Got the beat, drop the vocal, what's next
Who's here? That's the third coast. Write the check, bitch
Okay, okay
Yo, hey, where do you stay
In the midtown on Player's Way
It's that midtown, we are okay
Copped a zip, rolled a skinny blunt and slay
I sipped the pint, all throughout the damn day
Bring the homies over, we gon' play
Maybe Xbox, nah, probably PlayStation
Grab the M, begin the operation
H-Town, Texas, that's the 979 the box
Just rolled a skinny, made the hot box
She said, damn, is that your Glock
Every ho is about to flock
Come over, hey, let's talk
Got M's tied up in stock
R.I.P. Big Pokey and all the Houston playas
Watch over your head, Jacka's gonna spray you
Copped a zip, who's the shit? Haters gonna hate you
Where the boys at? They'll be back in a few
Screwed up click, homie, this ain't new
Okay, okay
Smells like medicine, 2K for a gallon
Po a 4 in the 12, that's a talent, haaa
Copped a zip, popped the pills
Hung with Big Mo, got the chills
Met Mama Mo, yes, Miss Barr sippa'
Lean in his cup, that's why his heart stopped
Did this song in only 10 minutes. Shout out, screwed up click, huh
About to lay, down, another bar
Copped a few, gone, popped them all
Crack in the kitchen, yo, your boy's on a mission
Got them hoes cookin' up, crack in the kitchen
Got your boy's prime, yeah, he's the f'in GOAT
Just like him, they go both ways
Yes, maybe three, smokin' all the trees
On your way out, bitch, grab the keys
Got them comin' from overseas, Huh, yeah, I said shout out, Swisha House
You won't catch me, at the courthouse
Got the snakeskin boots, maybe alligator
We livin' life, workin', hustlin', stackin' paper
R.I.P. to all the Houston playas
R.I.P. DJ Screw, Phat, Pat and Big HAWK
They're all the ballers, we were shocked
R.I.P. Big Moe and Big Pokey
That was really sad, low key
I know I'm missin' a lot of playas
R.I.P to all the Houston playas
We tryin' to honor y'all. Third Coast boys, much love for y'all
We love you guys. R.I.P. everyone
BeatsByKJ - RIP HTown Playas Lyrics
BeatsByKJ - RIP HTown Playas Lyrics
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Huh
It's that boy KJ comin' from that H
Yes, it's the only Houston, Texas
Guaranteed, you know we gon' be flexin'
Send me the location via text
Got the beat, drop the vocal, what's next
Who's here? That's the third coast. Write the check, bitch
Okay, okay
Yo, hey, where do you stay
In the midtown on Player's Way
It's that midtown, we are okay
Copped a zip, rolled a skinny blunt and slay
I sipped the pint, all throughout the damn day
Bring the homies over, we gon' play
Maybe Xbox, nah, probably PlayStation
Grab the M, begin the operation
H-Town, Texas, that's the 979 the box
Just rolled a skinny, made the hot box
She said, damn, is that your Glock
Every ho is about to flock
Come over, hey, let's talk
Got M's tied up in stock
R.I.P. Big Pokey and all the Houston playas
Watch over your head, Jacka's gonna spray you
Copped a zip, who's the shit? Haters gonna hate you
Where the boys at? They'll be back in a few
Screwed up click, homie, this ain't new
Okay, okay
Smells like medicine, 2K for a gallon
Po a 4 in the 12, that's a talent, haaa
Copped a zip, popped the pills
Hung with Big Mo, got the chills
Met Mama Mo, yes, Miss Barr sippa'
Lean in his cup, that's why his heart stopped
Did this song in only 10 minutes. Shout out, screwed up click, huh
About to lay, down, another bar
Copped a few, gone, popped them all
Crack in the kitchen, yo, your boy's on a mission
Got them hoes cookin' up, crack in the kitchen
Got your boy's prime, yeah, he's the f'in GOAT
Just like him, they go both ways
Yes, maybe three, smokin' all the trees
On your way out, bitch, grab the keys
Got them comin' from overseas, Huh, yeah, I said shout out, Swisha House
You won't catch me, at the courthouse
Got the snakeskin boots, maybe alligator
We livin' life, workin', hustlin', stackin' paper
R.I.P. to all the Houston playas
R.I.P. DJ Screw, Phat, Pat and Big HAWK
They're all the ballers, we were shocked
R.I.P. Big Moe and Big Pokey
That was really sad, low key
I know I'm missin' a lot of playas
R.I.P to all the Houston playas
We tryin' to honor y'all. Third Coast boys, much love for y'all
We love you guys. R.I.P. everyone
It's that boy KJ comin' from that H
Yes, it's the only Houston, Texas
Guaranteed, you know we gon' be flexin'
Send me the location via text
Got the beat, drop the vocal, what's next
Who's here? That's the third coast. Write the check, bitch
Okay, okay
Yo, hey, where do you stay
In the midtown on Player's Way
It's that midtown, we are okay
Copped a zip, rolled a skinny blunt and slay
I sipped the pint, all throughout the damn day
Bring the homies over, we gon' play
Maybe Xbox, nah, probably PlayStation
Grab the M, begin the operation
H-Town, Texas, that's the 979 the box
Just rolled a skinny, made the hot box
She said, damn, is that your Glock
Every ho is about to flock
Come over, hey, let's talk
Got M's tied up in stock
R.I.P. Big Pokey and all the Houston playas
Watch over your head, Jacka's gonna spray you
Copped a zip, who's the shit? Haters gonna hate you
Where the boys at? They'll be back in a few
Screwed up click, homie, this ain't new
Okay, okay
Smells like medicine, 2K for a gallon
Po a 4 in the 12, that's a talent, haaa
Copped a zip, popped the pills
Hung with Big Mo, got the chills
Met Mama Mo, yes, Miss Barr sippa'
Lean in his cup, that's why his heart stopped
Did this song in only 10 minutes. Shout out, screwed up click, huh
About to lay, down, another bar
Copped a few, gone, popped them all
Crack in the kitchen, yo, your boy's on a mission
Got them hoes cookin' up, crack in the kitchen
Got your boy's prime, yeah, he's the f'in GOAT
Just like him, they go both ways
Yes, maybe three, smokin' all the trees
On your way out, bitch, grab the keys
Got them comin' from overseas, Huh, yeah, I said shout out, Swisha House
You won't catch me, at the courthouse
Got the snakeskin boots, maybe alligator
We livin' life, workin', hustlin', stackin' paper
R.I.P. to all the Houston playas
R.I.P. DJ Screw, Phat, Pat and Big HAWK
They're all the ballers, we were shocked
R.I.P. Big Moe and Big Pokey
That was really sad, low key
I know I'm missin' a lot of playas
R.I.P to all the Houston playas
We tryin' to honor y'all. Third Coast boys, much love for y'all
We love you guys. R.I.P. everyone
Writer: Berat Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid