OShea Woodhouse - So Houston (feat. Lil Bri) Lyrics

I'm from the city where Mexicans
Say nigga but them my niggas
We good with them
We had to shop at Almeda Mall
Taqueria
Just for the salsa
45 riding no median
We speeding
We dodging the officers
Back to the south west
Where you need a vest
Just to go shopping
They had them choppers
Before they learned to use chopsticks
China town grubbing wit my chick
We came for the crawfish
I was so southern then I moved to northwest
We seen them horses
In the street
Next to the porches
Livestock in the backyards
Country boys and they not frauds
290 249
Too gangsta 44 and 9
Grill em that Texas Barbeque
When it get dark
Pull an audible
Cuz on little York
You a target too
Used to sneaker shop At Greenspoint
Should've never been out in guns point
That's a lesson learned I won't even front
They'd roll you up like a damn blunt
It's so humid here
Only cold front
It's the golds in my got damn fronts

Golds in my damn fronts
Lean wit me like they po up
Elbows on a candy crush
When you hear it banging
You know it us
H Town it's the culture
Getting dolled signs like the vultures
Screw city
Where we post up
In the parking lots
You know it's us
You know it's us
You know it's us
H Town
You know it's us

I wanna free all my niggas from trauma
I wanna take care of all the baby mamas
I'm in the ghetto with trappers and scholars Who look up to me
Cause I went to college
But really I'm learning from y'all to be honest
I'm trying to win help all of my partners
Link up get money and quit trying to opp us
Watch out for coppers
And watch out for blockers
I'm just a geto boy
Scars on my face
My mind playing tricks
I'm all over the place
Gotta stay focused ain't catching no case
But life can be a challenging
When you my race
I'm from the city that's close to the border
Where shit can get muddy
Like Galveston water
I get on them beats
And go Harry Potter
Like man hold up
Scars on my face
Like man hold up hold up
We on the block like trade deadlines
Trying to ball like the franchise
With the homies like the fab 5
Throw up the H
No gang signs
The only thing banging is bass in my ride
Not the only thing banging
I just told a lie
The ladies here badder
Yeah they well fed
Bougie bitty said she from the Bel Air
Pasadena mami need some fresh air
Hood hopping like she in the third
Fifth wards
At the post like a power forward
Get to know me
From the H you can hear when I talk
Lyrical niggas ain't only New York

Let me talk to em
Riding down 6 10 in a big Benz
Dropping that top with my thick friends
But we slim in the right places
Dragging that load like I got me a CDL
No need for a BBL
Houston Texas got the baddest women
He took me to eat out at Papadueaxs
Started filling them drinks
So we took the food to go
You know then you know
The paint the color the drink
Smoking that gas that dank
Rarely outside only when I'm at the bank