Throw that NO up
H-Town down (Hol' up)
That's for my homies (Hol' up)
That's for my rounds (Hol', hol' up)
All that heavy syrup sippin'
Count by the pound (Hol' up)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (Hol' up)
Chop, chop, screwin' up the sound (Hol', hol' up)
I got, I got, I got hoes out the 504
Out the 713 and out the 281 for sure
Shout out my niggas out the 818 and 404
But this one for my NO rounds and my Houston folk
Held me down for sure