Trae mayne Man I’m feeling so H-Town right now my nigga this big ass white ass cup you know what I mean? slammin’ doorz, pulling them hoes I know they see me out here, right? riding all through this h-town street, do you understand me? real niggas do real things! so your hood should be in the air right now oh, I know you all see us out here, right? so much candy paint, all of this codeine them plastic white cups 84's on everything I got my kacky creased, heavy stars I'm h-town just got off the phone with jay prince, they bout to hate now! I’m throwed slowly moving down this road, what don’t kill you makes you stronger I was told. so I carry the load, 2000 pounds of dro I just sold like, I can get myself about this hoe I'm slammin’ doorz slammin’ doorz, pulling them hoes I’m in the slab looking in the memory challange stunna premeditated I blew the brains out and left it with scrilla presidential elected king of the streets by the gutter with the wrist... I am the streets, so tell the pussies quit clamming my name if you ain’t tippin fours with hood respect me or nothing the same you can still can find me where your favorite gangstas never go probably in the rich popping the trucks slammin’ the doorz slammin’ doorz, pulling and .. Trae I'm on 59 where I go to see the hood Head to the western homie I gotcha everything is hood hop in this whip and lets swing these 84's and grip the wood feeling just like I should, take a nigga life I could! cause I’m a gangsta homie they ain’t got nothing on me they street credit phoniey Plus I got this pistol on me they know what we’re about ... black match, we’re coming to get you! That goes for you and whoever is witcha I’m from the city where pimping.. Big hawk and big Moe body rocking down the air I let the top lean and greet you with the duece up hey Trae they say in Texas you ain’t shit if you ain’t screwed up! slammin’ doorz, pulling them hoes