RIP HTown Playas

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