[Intro: Chuck Inglish]
Yo what up, it's Chuck Inglish, you are now in the mix
ILLROOTS Radio Three.5. live with OG Chase B

[Hook x2]
Riding through the city man I'm H-Town mobbin'
Coming down on them thangs' swangin' bows James Harden
Riding through the city man I'm H-Town mobbin'
Coming down on them swangin'-swangin' bows James Harden
(ILLAMERICA baby!)

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
(Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Run for the money girl you cut too close so cold
And the D' pulled up in a 4'
My co-worker told me got a 50 for the O'
Old boy had to take the Tennessee for the low
Yeah, yeah wait, wait bitch don't tell me
Your first name Jamie, your best friend Tammy
Had them ass up in the hall like Tammity
How many hoes can I blow, Yosemite
Boom boom bitch get the fuck out my way
You can hear the trunk before I pull up all day, feels great
I can't be the n***a in the kk
Money from the rip save money til' the grave
Tell the n***a that seeks some moon beast
Put a tiger in a cage
By the swimming pool, shawty she said she wanna' hit a rave
Pop a molly, bout' to have an out-of-body experience
N***a serious told her to meet me in the lobby
We in the hotel bathroom smoking OG kush she got me open
Hope I make it back to Houston whip this hooptie rusted-broken
Me being broke, that's a broken promise
Made a promise to myself gotta' keep it honest
Coming out of Dreams, n***a fuck a King of Diamonds
We in H-Town sippin', police behind us
[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]
White cup full of screw juice, po'd up
I'm on a fresh set of 4's when I roll up
Candy paint, drop top, let it fold up
Hit the block on the box, yellin' "Hold up!"
Money on my [?] fitted
Fresh [?] go get it
Diamonds in my mouth, jelly got me so chilly
Gettin' TLC, pop bands like willies
No bike life, tryna counter Meek Milly
H-Town n***a but I'm flyin' to the Philly
Racks in my Trues, Ben Franks is my billies
Country ass n***a but my name not Willy
Cup stay [?] cause I popped the seal
Paint so wet like I copped a seal
Ridin' on glass box, watch the wheels
Time, money, so a n***a can't stop to chill
Cause I can't, headed to the bank
Supremes on my pedal, 93 in my tank
Sip 'till I faint, ball like a Saint
Broke N-O, real n***a, my reign
Waka Flocka Flames' all a young n***a spit
IPhone notes got a young n***a rich
Talk that pimp but knock a dumb n***a's bitch
Throwin' up money, got them dumb n***as sick
[Hook x2]