(GorillaOnThaTrack) (Wizard is magic) Yeah Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Look, okay Smokin' out, pourin' up, exotic pop, double cup All the cars leather and wood, all the money tall as fuck Lot of bad bitches in this building, bet they all with us Them H-Town boys is too trill, that's what they callin' us Walk it like you talk it, lil' nigga, don't be stallin' up We need some uniforms for this squad the way we ballin', bruh Smokin' out, pourin' up, exotic pop, double cup (Yeah) All the cars leather and wood, all the money tall as fuck (Uh) Poured up in my double cup Feelin' like a million bucks when I pull up Big sippin', candy paint big drippin' Four fifteens in the trunk so my shit hittin' Yeah, it's a sunny day in the city Tryna find me somethin' pretty, boo, come ride with me Huh, chrome bitch on the grill Trunk in the sky while I drop my fifth wheel I'll let the slab crash 'fore I let my drank spill I'm tryna hit a lick quick and come up on a mil', yeah This Texas, the land of the trill Ball hard, treat a bitch like a bill Pay it, then play it all day, get my money worth You be in her DMs, I be all up in her skirt See me in a t-shirt, mil' worth of chains on I see you gettin' money, hope to see you 'round here long, huh Smokin' out, pourin' up, exotic pop, double cup (Yeah) All the cars leather and wood, all the money tall as fuck (Ayy) Lot of bad bitches in this building, bet they all with us Them H-Town boys is too trill, that's what they callin' us Walk it like you talk it, lil' nigga, don't be stallin' up (Nah) We need some uniforms for this squad the way we ballin', bruh (Man) Smokin' out, pourin' up, exotic pop, double cup (Yeah) All the cars leather and wood, all the money tall as fuck (Yeah) Okay, we smokin' out, roll it up, double tap, slow it up My youngin tryna pour me up, that ain't no normal soda, bruh (Nah) Diamonds in the Rollie stuffed, bossman like Hov and Russell (Yeah) I came in and sewed it up (Ayy), them fuck niggas know it's up (They know) Up, skyscrapers Shawty love the fact that I am not one of these fakers (I'm not) I'm sittin' courtside, we at the Rockets and the Lakers Five thousand on it, yellin', "Get a stop, I need this paper" Tell her, "Take this picture, girl, you sittin' onside of greatness" I don't sip, but today, I mixed the pop up with the Quagen (Uh) Rollin' up supreme, see, baby, we don't smoke no basic (Nah) Then we put it in the air like Phil Collins in the '80s We on the moon, she gon' be naked and be on me soon One that got past me, I ain't never seen like snow in June One thing for sure, two's for certain if Pro in the room The broad get cut like an open wound, man Smokin' out, pourin' up, exotic pop, double cup (Yeah) All the cars leather and wood, all the money tall as fuck (Ayy) Lot of bad bitches in this building, bet they all with us (They all) Them H-Town boys is too trill, that's what they callin' us (Nah) Walk it like you talk it, lil' nigga, don't be stallin' up (Nah) We need some uniforms for this squad the way we ballin', bruh (Man) Smokin' out, pourin' up, exotic pop, double cup (Yeah) All the cars leather and wood, all the money tall as fuck (Uh)