Hogg Life: The Beginning Album

Artist(s): Slim Thug

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Tracklist

Hogg Life

length: 2:58

I wake up in the morning
Ain't got no time to chill
I got to get my cash right
I have a new rollie
And my diamond looks like a flashlight
This morning you can do
When they ask me what's the price
I've come to die
Our bank is screwed
And all we do
Donuts are still swanging too
So it's served in my bladder
The thug say they miss me
The thug says it's history
If you want to show me love
I just don't along with scrubs
They push me tryin' to get that cush
Your b**** can't take it
Pull a wire and then get it

I ran out of money
Out of hoes
If your b**** gets shows
Then she got to go
I'm giving you all my calm, diamonds and gold
If your b**** gets shows
Then she got to go
It's a hell of a night
I live a hell of a life
I know what the f*** I want
Whether is wrong or right
Stay high as a cop
Get drunk as a skunk
Me and my hoe buy a house like it's the first of the month
Bad b**** in my bed
You can have this world homie if it gets you separated
Never thought of parties
Empty bottles in our hands
And we drink them like they're [?]
I am from overseas
I never howl baby
And do it with ease
I ran out of money
Out of hoes
If your b**** gets shows
Then she got to go
I'm giving you all my calm, diamonds and gold
If your b**** gets shows
Then she got to go

Tell your b**** I was gonna get it
And what the f*** I do?
I know you see me
I know you shinning b****

All I Kno

length: 3:26

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
We used to stand on the corner banging that UGK
If you see some feens don't hesitate to send them my way
I got a pocket full of stones
Diamonds against the wood
Stay ridin' dirty when I was flippin’ through my hood
Back then me and my nigga Z was sellin' that drank
We was sittin' on gallons, 400 of paint
Gettin' bank on Gulf Bank, ridin' drop down the Ave
Since I was a child I had dream of ridin' slabs
Wasn't thinking about Bentleys, couldn’t see that far
Shit even in my dreams, I couldn’t see that car
They say if you aim for the moon
You might land in the stars
Now look at me I’m living in the land of the stars(right)
Rovers and audemars mansions and penthouses
Went back bought my hood and made them all my rent houses
Still serving and collecting
Went from trappin' to rappin'
However it gotta get done
We gone make it happen

[Hook: Propain]
Riding to the finish line
Out here grinding till its dinner time
Too fresh, bouta ball nigga came from nothing
Stood up on my own two
We ain’t got jumping maine, its all I know
Man it's all that I know
Know these fuck niggas, fuckem all that's all that I know

[Verse 2: Propain]
Dreams of throwing forgiatos on the Rover truck
Thousand dollars like a million when you're broke as fuck
My generation wild nigga ain't no hope for us
Just peers and liquor all then I sizzle
That's the only escape till you sober up
That paper all that I need
Fuck
Had them all stealing had shit from h to all of my jeans
And if that alarms sounding my tape all that they see
Fuck 12 i know its at g
If I went to school with that off brand
Them fuck boys gone be laughing at me
Laughing at me
So now we’re fly
With that paper lookin’ like moon and stars
Far away went from polo shirts up to booster cars
Chop shop, chop shop and our dollars up
So back then if you came outside and if your shit was missing
It was probably us
Then the tables turned
Falling off a move was slipping i was lighting em up
At the same time got a phone call
That them bitch niggas shot my bra
Now the whole hood hot as fuck
Got them hoe haeds hot at us
Crash told me bout smash em all
So verse to verse
The same thousand ain’t shit
When yo trying to get the millions
Propain made the bread
Started from the bottom lookin at the ceiling
And all my niggas grubbin with me
Young legend in the fucking city
Seen it all back to the wall
Top down and then fuck them all

[Hook: Propain]

Rip

length: 3:39

5K1

length: 3:17

[Verse 1:]
I grew up on that Northside
Where 1st 48 stay at
AKs spray at
We want that
We take that
Grieve ma niggas
Grey and Corn [?] where they lay at
Snitch bitches and snitch niggas
Must be thinking that we play that
Bitch we got your pictures
Can’t wait to get our payback
Catch you later slick
And guaranteed we going spray that
Take away my partners
We like brothers
We go way back
Had to sign for Ten
Can’t see their sons turn to men
Niggas really 100
Till they catch their first case
Turn bitch
Start talking
Before they step on first base
(bitch niggas)
No mo’ codes
These niggas is hoes
Telling the people shit
They ain’t even asked for
[?] son’s at his games
No more daddy
Daughter’s birthday just passed
No more daddy
Gotta sign for ten
Try minimum 25
Not knowing if I see em
Free again, alive
Man that’s fucked up
I hope all ya’ll die
I know that’s fucked up
But I hope all ya’ll die
Ya’ll fucked up
And got caught
Should have kept ya’ll head up
Imma send them killaz your way
And let that lead lift ya’ll head up
Nigga

[Chorus:]
Until the day I’m gone
Imma be a real nigga
(100)
And if you ain’t a real nigga
I can’t even deal witchu
(I can’t fuck witchu man)
A nigga’s 5k1
I seen your paperwork nigga
(I seen your paperwork nigga)
So when I catch ya’ll in the streets
It’s RIP to ya’ll niggas
Out of sight

[Verse 2:]
Get out the game
If you can’t take your charge
This game ain’t for the weak
Ya’ll fucking up the odds
E’erybody tell it
But e’erybody sellin
Go get a job pussy
If you scared to be a felon
That’s a chance you take
For this money you make
Was in the free world stuntin
Big crib on the lake
Ya’ll get money made you real
You niggas real fake
Wish ma partners would have listened
When we told em you was fake
Free Jimbo, Lee Gray, Owl
And the [?]
Q H-Town hustlers
Tryna get that bread
All my hustlers in the game
I know they got you scared
These niggas working with the people
This game so evil
Ma niggas ain’t killed nobody
They just tryna feed they fam
They tryna give them life
For just moving them grams
Movin them birds
Wanting a better life
All I can do is pray
Have mercy Jesus Christ

[Chorus]

55

length: 3:47

Self Made

length: 3:40

[Intro:]
GMB (echoes)
[?] self made man
That’s the way it go
That’s the way it’s goin be
Woo
GMB (echoes)

[Chorus:]
Been made my name my self
Little nigga I don’t need no help
Work swimmin in the water no [?]
All night in the kitchen like a chef
[?] they ain’t tryin to see [?]
Ride with the same niggas to the death
Some niggas went right, got left
I’m doing me nigga
Nobody else
Been made my name for myself [x6]
I’m doing me nigga nobody else

[Verse 1:] [Sosa Mann]
Uhh
Been made my name
I’m Sosa
In the form
Flowing like i’m in a boat
93 that’s all a nigga smoke
Half crunk
Turn this shit into a [?]
Playin dumb over a bitch
Going [?]
On a punch and they got him on the [?]
I’m kicking shit like I’m in the dojo
Get a free [?] everywhere I go
The money machine
Keep counting the green
I’m dumbin through all the [?]
Self made
Got em young niggas thirsty
Self paid
Count cheques not [?]
I remember when i used to have nothin’
Had to grind for a whole lot of sum’in
I’m a giant in the streets
Stop frontin
You a lame with no chains
Yea you frontin
[woo woo]
Got’damn
It’s a shame
You a lame
With no chain
Got my
Got a nigga bitch
Now he goin insane
Ridin behind Slim Thug
In a Range
[?] so we both
Switching lanes
Candy paint white burn cocaine
And everything I got
I got it out the game

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:][Slim Thug]
Hey
Been made a name for myself
Who did it like me nobody else
Remember Young Thug out the [?]
Went from being broke
Nowadays he a boss
Used to wrap bucks
Now I rap [?]
Straight on Homestead
Now stay torn
Used to rap drop [?]
Now I gotta drop head
And I thank God I ain’t never seen the Feds
Came a long way
Started from the bottom like Drake
Niggas don’t get it
I’m my own rapper
Do this shit alone
There’s too many niggas out here fakin
Too bad being broke
Keeping steaks on my plate
Eating good everyday
Like I’m tryna gain weight
Call me the number 1 hustler in the state
Got [?] chasing after the nigga like bait
Hey
Been made a name for myself
By myself
I ain’t need no help
Fuck being broke
Tryna seek wealth
Cross me that’s bad for your health
Chop you up
Take your seatbealt
Niggas went right so they got left
I’m doing me nigga nobody else
I’m doing me nigga nobody else
Thug

[Chorus]

Money Fever

length: 4:19

[Intro:]
GMB [echoes]
Swoooo
Ooo
Sauce
Oooweee

[Verse 1:][Sauce Walka]
Lord forgive me
These pussy niggas gotta die for their envy
Who want it
Come get it
I’m out here everyday
Come on and see me
I’m a changed nigga
Be live
Ask me
I don’t see you pussies
Bout to pass me
And another nigga tryna harass me
What the fuck is you talkin bout
Nigga who you shot
Nobody
Lemme see what that chick about
What kinda car you drive
A Ram 4 nigga
You a fuckin ho nigga
A nobody know nigga
But [?] be pimpin
Cause already trippin
And fuckin these women
You a baby daddy
Sad and unhappy
Yeah bitch
I done ran out with the flavour
Pussy come and catch me
Runnin with the set
Runnin with the straps
Runnin with the sauce
Runnin with your bitch
(your bitch)
You in love with her
But everyday on Instagram
She on my dick

[Chorus:]
Laud mercy Jesus [x2]
I got money fever
Laud mercy Jesus
I done ran off with the set [x2]
(i’m running)
I done ran off with the set [x2]
Laud mercy Jesus [x2]
I got money fever
Laud mercy Jesus
I done ran off with the set [x2]
(I’m running)
I done ran off with the set
You know Sauce I will never look back

[Verse 2:][Slim Thug]
I done ran off with the set
I done ran off with the set
I spend it and get it right back
I spend it and get it right back
Laud mercy Jesus
I got money fever
Your bitch said I didn’t hit
Don’t believe her
I’ve been all between her
She gotta make me more rich
Before I plead you
I don’t need you
Rather brag a pimp
Than sack that
Before I delete you
Judge
Now Slim Thug mouthin off
Ride it out
Had to find it out
Fuck being broke
Rather be a boss though
I kept climbing out
Chasing that set till i caught it
If I want it I bought it
My hustle game retarded
All them lames got out smarted
Still at the top with the sack
Still at the top with the sack
Broke I’ll never go back
Broke I’ll never go back
Thugga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:][Sancho Saucy]
I done ran out with your bitch
I done ran out with your sister
Sancho got that hoes Aston Kucher
Sancho be sharper than butcher
Yeah that’s your ho till I took her
Sancho I'm Jesus
Pray bitches need me
All the crips love sanch like I’m easy
But they I'm bleeding
Soo wooh
Put it on my momma
Put it on a chopper
Put it on [?]
Put it on pic
Slick nigga wid it
Fuck what he did
Fuck what he said
Aim it at his head
Bitch I bang red
Bitch I'm blood gang
Red ruby rang
I love Lebron James
I done ran off with the sack
With three hoes to Miami
My bitch broke a trick for ten racks on the beach
While she tanning
Cold Rolex
Back to Houston, Texas
Sancho punking rappers cause it's reckless
Niggas goin respect it
Dare ya to touch my necklace. ON SAUCE!
(don’t do it)

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Like… the dope man get up everyday and go to his dope corner right?
But we got up just once a year and go to our dope corner
But that dope corner was sooooo fucking…
Man it’s just that everybody got out there
It’s like 15, 20 niggas out there for this life
15, 20 niggas gotta service 500,000 people they dope

Ignant "Gettin In"

length: 3:14

[Intro:]
GMB (echoes)

[Chorus:]
I’m gettin in
Gettin in
In the kitchen hittin it
Just so I can buy a diamond chain
That’s ignant
Just so I can pop a hundred bottles
That’s ignant
Just so I can buy another Porche
That’s ignant
I’m getting in
Gettin in
In the kitchen hittin it
Just so I can pop some more tags
That’s ignant
Just so I can buy them new Jays
That’s ignant
Just to fuck it out on a bitch
That’s ignant

[Verse 1:]
I got so many dimes
I’m rich off bitches
I sold so many Os
I can be a full business
I’m gettin in, ignant
All the more [?]
Diamonds so bright
You’d swear they all lights
Looking like I just got paid
Everyday I stay fresh
And you can call me sparkles
All the ladies say yes
Gone on Ciroc
I’m King Kong on the block
So everywhere I go
All the bops going flock
Got niggas all around
That’s heading out of town
So fuck waiting around
I’m goin get it right now
While the clowns waiting around
Imma get it right now
So if you want it now
Come down to my town

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I’m standing in the club
Looking like I don’t share
Cause all the bad bitches
Standing right here
And all the real niggas
Standing right here
If you don’t fuck with her
Stay your ass over there
Imma fuck it no question
Make sure I use protection
Cause these ladies want my baby
They wanna ride around Mercedes
I got three, four, five, six
All tryna ride my dick
And they all together
So I don’t even gotta pick
Man, ain’t shit quick
But the money
You think it’s for the fame
They do this shit for the money
Get money you can get what you want
And me and all my hogs
Going get what you don’t

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Everything was saying in there man
It was the truth
It ain’t just being bout the boss situation you know
He was showing it

No Talking

length: 4:18

[Intro:]
GMB (echo)
Thugga
Huh
Boss life nigga
GMB (echo)

[Verse 1:]
I talk it like I walk it
Step inside my office
I don’t work with workers man
I only deal with bosses
Snitches got me cautious
Fo’five in my outfit
Can’t get caught in no crosses
I betta make my outlet
Work on deck
Tryna see my profit
Stacks going up
Like a motherfuckin rocket
I see it, i like it
I bet I cop it
Bank roll swoll
Can’t fit in my pocket
Louis duffel
In my hand
Full of nothing but [?] grand
Them niggas out here can’t stand me man
They talking down
But they really fans
Love the swag
Love the flow
Just mad I fucked and he loved the ho
I already know you wanna be me bro
Keep watching me like tv tho
Im in your face like 3D ho
1 stack, 2 stack, 3 stacks, fo’
All on the flow
And I still got more
Playin VHO and I’m still going pro
I’m out my mind
Yeah I’m on one
Don’t fuck with my
I’m the wrong one
See shit be all fun and games
Till them killas came with them chrome guns
Boss Hogg
Outlaws
Bitch we run the streets
Blue boys
Snoop toys
Fuck with we
It’s RIP
Catch me in that VIP
Poppin Rose with some freaks
Bet they all going let me be
Don’t believe me wait and see
SS parked outside
So I told them hoes let’s ride
Brought them back to the pad
And had them bitches acting bad

[Chorus:]
Talk talk it like I walk it
Only deal with bosses
Them snitches got me cautious
I, I ain’t taking no losses
Kush got me coughing
I sip that drink often
I do my dirt on the low
I, I don’t do no talking
Talk talk it like I walk it
Only deal with bosses
Them snitches got me cautious
I, I ain’t taking no losses
Kush got me coughing
Sip,sip that drink often
I do my dirt on the low
I don’t do no talking

[Verse 2:]
I stay pulling stunts
Just to piss these haters off
New black Ferarri
Insides tomato sauce
Go AP, plus I buy a hundred rags
I’ve been rocking gold
Way before I had the plaits
Tell them haters
[?] worry bout what i’m sellin
I’m going platinum in the [?]
Since ya’ll telling
Smellin like a pound
Yeah it’s going down
It’s Thugga in this bitch
Reppin for tha H-Town
Kush rolled up
We rolled up
Black Lambo with the doors up
I keep a fresh cup
Poured up
I keep a kush blunt rolled up
I’m an OG in this rap shit
But I still keep a young bad bitch
Who ass thick
Gotta have it
I’m an addict
For this paper
Gotta have it
And she’s just another band
Just another grand
I talk money
You wouldn’t understand
I’m hustlin’
Ya’ll niggas playing
Stuck to the plan
That’s why now bitch I’m the man

[Chorus]

Smokin

length: 4:07

Nobody

length: 3:36

[Intro: Chayse]
GMB, GMB

[Chorus: Chayse]
You don't have to call nobody, I'm right here
And if they take you down, I'm riding with you
I'm right here
Who gon' run it like you? (Nobody)
Who gon' boss up like you? (Nobody)
Who keep it a hundred like you? (Nobody)
Yea, nobody, baby

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Erry boss need a boss-lady
Let's get together, live a boss-life, and have some babies
Them haters used to say you crazy
Now they seeing our life amazing, got 'em looking shady
Matching Mercedes, crib big as mine
Magic cartier bracelets, like thanks for staying
Dine trips to Paris, kept you covered in carats
They just embarrassed cause they man ain't got them livin' this lavish
Well-established, fucked up, nigga
Million miles, still dressin' like a drug dealer
When I club witcha, she know
When it's time to get right
It ain't enough' for me to clean up nice
Tell your girls go keep their advice
We good without 'em, let us live our life
Hol' up

[Chorus: Chayse]
You don't have to call nobody, I'm right here
And if they take you down, I'm riding with you
I'm right here
Who gon' run it like you? (Nobody)
Who gon' boss up like you? (Nobody)
Who keep it a hundred like you? (Nobody)
Yea, nobody, baby

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I know I wasn't her type, but I'm the type that'll change your life
You've been down, got stripes, put in work, deserve all this ice
Them red-bottoms, you got 'em
Chanel purses and Birken
My boss-lady for certain, makin' up for when I had you hurtin'
Workin' on getting better, finally gettin' our life together
Now we on new levels, matching rollies, bigger bezels
It's a incredible feelin', drop rolls, no ceilin'
In London, pound peelin' up in Harrods, no chillin'
Feelin' blessed, cause she don't bring me stress
She put a smile on my face and that pussy is the best (yes)
Feelin' blessed, cause she don't bring me stress (no)
She keep a smile on my face and her head-game the best
Thugger

[Chorus: Chayse]
You don't have to call nobody, I'm right here
And if they take you down, I'm riding with you
I'm right here
Who gon' run it like you? (Nobody)
Who gon' boss up like you? (Nobody)
Who keep it a hundred like you? (Nobody)
Yea, nobody, baby

Too Much

length: 4:11

The Top

length: 2:59

Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
For you, jackers that's hatin'
Run up, try to rob, yeah, bitch, I'm a be waitin'
In the country, see me skatin' on my chrome, lookin', good
You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac, we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint, we ain't sippin' on no bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro got me, how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga, reppin' for P.A.T
Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C
I'm a shine for my city, fuck them haters, talkin' down
So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin' round
07 was a hard one but I can be found
In my slab, puffin' pounds, tryna take away my frown
And I
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
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Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my Glock clocked
Glock clocked
I got my mind on my money and my Glock in my hand
Grindin' hard, paper stackin', tryna follow the plan
Pullin' gloss and steams, chasin' million dollar dreams
Livin' the thug life, I get it by any means
When times get hard, I got no one to hold me down
So I ride with the top down and cruise around town
The boppers in line 'cause I been known to be a slab rider
Comin' down clean, marchin' like a freedom fighter
When you ride 4's, partner stay strapped
The gone catch ya at the light and put one in ya cap
See I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin' for none
And I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done
I'm 'bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens
I'm thinkin' [Incomprehensible] with 'bout 4-15's
See the leather is perforated, them boys gone sho' hate it
My slab is undisputed I'm the number one rated
With my top drop
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
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Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my Glock clocked
Glock clocked
While they waitin' on me to fall, I'm a still stand tall
Ball hard in the mall
I been shinin' for a while, haters, ya in denial
Since back in 9-8, I been wreckin' freestyles
With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child
And do a song that'll make the hood go wild
The flow versatile when they hear it they like wow
That boy got talent, yeah, I like your style
But, uh, no pressure, don't let the bullshit stress ya
A [Incomprehensible] with somebody test ya, God bless ya
Ya grind lesser, ya shine lesser
Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya
Insides like a dresser, wood grain on the dash
My motto, fuck pain, put my name on the cash
I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass
Now cars, clothes and hoes is a thang of the past
And I
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top, got the damn top drop
Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my Glock clocked
Glock clocked

Drophead Freestyle

length: 3:30

[Verse:]
Y’know what i’m saying
(GMD) [echoes]
You already know what the deal is
Even when the deal ain’t on the table
You feel me
Tell these niggas
Slim Thug be sippin
I ain’t never changed
Imma still be pimpin
Hit the Boulevard
Got the candy paint drippin
And I’m from H-Town
So you know what I’m sippin
Hey
You mad
These niggas be trippin
Start to fall off
Man these niggas slippin
I ain’t never changed
Imma still keep it pimpin
I’m from H-Town
So you know what I’m sippin
I’m from H-Town
So you know what I’m sippin
I’m from H-Town
So you know what’s drippin
I’m from H-Town
So you know I’m a hustler
I’m from H-Town
So I don’t fuck with no sucker
I’m all about the business
Been a boss since I was 18 years old
Now I’m on the grind getting mine
Still cold
17 pockets been swoll for a minute
In the Rolls Royce
Yeah bitch i’m in it
Man and it’s tinted
White like a brick of cocaine
I be hittin the Boulevard
[?] like rain
Drippin on grain
Ain’t shit changed
Came up in the game
Cause i’ve never been lame
Imma make my fucking money
Make it flip
Imma make some more fucking money
Make it flip
Then make another fucking mill
Make it flip
So I can hit the Boulevard
And let some paint drip
I be on my fucking grind
Always getting paper
I ain’t got time
For no motherfuckin haters
I ain’t got time for these bitchin ass hoes
If you ain’t bringing shit to the table
Bitch then you can go
Cause i’mma get the money
Gotta get climbing
To the next level
Hell yeah a nigga shining
Keep a couple diamonds
Keep a nigga wrist lit up
[?] on my dick
So I suggest you bitches get up
Cause I’m about to get
To the motherfuckin top]
Boss hogg
Outlaws
Bitch we ain’t stop
Boss life
[?] shit
I ain’t never fucking quit
And imma stay right
Cause I am
Man they niggas be trippin
I ain’t never changed
I still stay pimpin
Imma slow it down
So you know what i’m sippin
Ride from H-Town so you know what’s drippin
Pull up on the 59
Yeah that nigga rollin
[?] working
So the pockets stay swollen
Can’t fall off
Try telling you wasn’t no rapper
Now you see my pullin double RRs
Looking [?]
I’m a batchelor
Pull up to the batchelor pad
The house a couple acres
Apparently got em mad
They know I keep it real
Reppin for the pimp chain
And this the dozen
I’m Texas trill
Yeah bitch you know that
I ain’t never fucking changing for you mogs
And I don’t give a fuck about
Being on 106 & Park
Dude I’m a street nigga
You don’t need that shit
I get up on the corner
And I please that shit
If I exchange rap
It’s about the same work
And I be on my grind
Till my fucking legs hurt
And I be getting mine bitch
I don’t need no excuses
Cause boss still hustle
And we ain’t ever losing
And I am
Man these niggas be trippin
And I ain’t never changed
Thugga still be pimpin
I’m from H-Town
So you know what I’m sippin
And I’m from H-Town
So you know what’s drippin
Hold up