[Intro]
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[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
I put it down for my city mayne. (My city mayne)
Don’t give a fuck about what n***as gon’ say ‘bout me (say ‘bout me)
I still rockin’ gold grills and I’m swangin’ mayne (I’m swangin’ mayne)
Oh yeah I’m always gon’ be H-Town (H-Town)
[Verse 1: Killa Kyleon]
84’s under my fleetwood
Pockets stay fat cause they eat good
Big finga on my like Eastwood
If a hater try me gon’ sleep good
Seats on lean and my top back
On my right side where your bop at
TV’s lit you can watch that
I got a pump in my trunk if I pop that
5th wheel hangin’ like deuces
I’m on a set of 84’s no deuces
But if I hit this button I’m ruthless
Shaw but shaw (short) and my paint job stupid
Bops love me like cupid
Pull up in the slab get schooled quick
Big wheels poking like two bicks two sick
Grey tape under my screw shit
Four 15’s I’m a freshman
H-Town king I’m a veteran
Big gun on me like a western
Racks in my pocket, I’m countin’ my blessin’
Paint snow bottles in my section
Sleeping like a n***a ain’t restin’
Gettin’ to the money no stressin’
Diamonds on the wood grain wheel I’m pressin’
[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
My trunk bang like gangs
My 4’s swang like swangs
I’m comin’ through them lanes
Rockin’ two chains like 2 Chainz
Every season some new mayne
By now you know how we do thangs
I just bought a Bently betcha cocaine
I’m rollin’ slow and it’s slow like cruisin’
Where the cruiser, ya boys gone pass
Will need a boss peep a weight (or way), I ain’t gotta drive fast
They say 200 on the dash but I ain’t never seen it
Never dream I’d shine this hard, but I hustle like I’m feenin’ beamin’
Like the light when that Cadi take flight
I’m smokin’ on some kites
I’m covered up in ice
I’m with your bitch she lookin’ nice
Got these n***as lookin’ twice
I bust a dime bust a nut and gave her relationship advice, right
At the next light third house on the left
Pullin’ up to the crib five bitches by myself
These n***as can’t keep up I still sweep the streets up
And hustle every day ’til it’s time for me to re-up
Thug (thugga, thugga)
[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz]
I’m from the city of the syrup
Only young n***a in the city gettin’ heard
Only young n***a in the city getting bread
But the whole damn city wanna hate on Kirk
Fuck y’all n***as but a n***a so real I support y’all n***as
When they ask who cold, I report y’all n***as
Fuck talkin’ ‘bout these hatin’ ass n***as
In the city mayne I ain’t tryna bore y’all n***as
Uh, see it feels so good, but it hurts so bad
Man you weren’t around when I didn’t have cash
Say you weren’t around when I didn’t have a bed
Didn’t have a whip, momma livin’ bad
So I had to take everything out the stash
And I had a number one song on the radio, man a hater talk about my past
N***a don’t know so I gotta let him know
I was so broke that I made it sound throwed
I ain’t have money so I talked about the hoes
Any sense in the city ain’t got know hope
What the fuck you mean
N***a I’m the king
I ain’t Pimp C and I ain’t Bun B
I ain’t Slim Thug and I ain’t Keke
Man shout out to the vets but n***a I’m me
[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
[Outro]
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