Yeah Man, this shit sound like Summertime in Houston on a Sunday Yeah (Tayo, you the GOAT) 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 face But instead, all these records 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 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 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 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