[Intro: Neako]
Killa, yah
And um

[Verse 1: Neako]
‘Bout a half a clip I’m smokin’
Rollin’ through the city in a full cloud
Crack and let the window open
The streets could smell as I cruise by
Slow-mo cause I’m sipped up
One word and get ya bitch fucked
I got a million flows, I always switch ‘em up
And I never run when it’s fisticuffs
Slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo is what I’m feelin’
Sour smoke, expensive clothes, blowin’ O’s as I’m willin’
Gettin’ poured up wit’ Killa
Breakin’ down 8ths wit’ Young L
Don’t matter if we really don’t sip at all, we could sell it right back, it’s gon’ sell
It’s H-town in my town, they cupped up and poured down
R.I.P. to DJ Screw, they livin’ they lives like yours now
As a real n***a, just sip slow
A real bitch, let ya n***a know
I be high as hell off that rugby or that purple dreams in my videos

[Pre-Chorus: Neako]
Everyday we keep rollin’ up, gotta get this paper
Everyday we keep pourin’ up, man I be so faded
Everyday we keep rollin’ up, gotta get this paper
Everyday we keep pourin’ up, man I be so faded

[Chorus: Neako]
Every time when you see me, I’m pourin’ up them 4’s
Breathin’ in that loud, and blow it out my nose
Sittin’ next to me, guaranteed is ho’s
We all goin’ ghost, movin’ really slow
Every time when you see me, I’m pourin’ up them 4’s
Breathin’ in that loud, and blow it out my nose
Sittin’ next to me, guaranteed is ho’s
All goin’ ghost, sippin’ really slow

[Verse 2: Killa Kylon]
Spiked lean, I do the right thing
I got purple label in my white cup
And my red car, wit’ my yellow broad
On my chrome 4’s, and my white guts
Gone, full of green, so is my pockets
Ball like I hoop for the Houston Rockets
Otis Thorpe, I lean to dream
I’m comin’ down, the king in my Houston Rocket
Time machine and it’s loud
[?] a woman, pleadin’ wit’ the crowd
My cup double, smokin’ on that Keysha
I’m catchin’ [?] y’all catchin’ cabs
Me and Neako, serve no Cliquot
Fuck that if it’s not sauce or pico
We do it big, and y’all do it peephole
So when ya girl feed ya, that’s where my piece go
Big old necklace’s, I’m on that Texas shit
Y’all just practice drills, I’d done perfected it
I’m a perfectionist, always wreckin’ shit
Proto-south flow, I spit fresh shit
Y’all just talk bread, I be collectin’ it
Always on my grind, I got checks to get
Yellow and white stones make sure my necklace lit
Hottest rappers out, didn’t make the Freshman list
Not no freshman though, I am a veteran bro
Dropped up off one bitch, seein’ who next to blow
Sittin’ in first class, wit’ you in the exit row
Get yourself haters, just open the exit door
Sittin’ sideways, still tippin’
Jammin’ screw and I’m still sippin’
Boy that Big Moe, got me leanin’
Eyes closed, now it got me dreamin’

[Outro: Neako]
Every time when you see me, I’m pourin’ up them 4’s
Breathin’ in that loud, and blow it out my nose
Sittin’ next to me, guaranteed is ho’s
We all goin’ ghost, movin’ really slow
Every time when you see me, I’m pourin’ up them 4’s
Breathin’ in that loud, and blow it out my nose
Sittin’ next to me, guaranteed is ho’s
All goin’ ghost, sippin’ really slow