HOUDINI (feat. JABO)

Stood off in the trap And I made a half a ticket Call me Young Houdini it was magic how I did Stood off on the block I was serving pounds of midget A dirty ass revolver, this was way before the switches Riding to that UGK Dirty money ima spend it I dropped it in the pot had to whip me up a Bentley Staying free of all the haters and these dirty trifling women The way I put that shit together think I'm fucking with the chemist You know they call ya boy a don Like I'm fucking with the mafia No mask up on my face This ain't the phantom of the opera Hit Shawty from the back she begging me to get on top of her You niggas nun but rats All you really do is copy us I'm vibing out Niggas at the plate they striking out I'm hiking out get the word and get the drop I'm riding round Spilling liquor on yo sofa Give a fuck about ya couch These niggas growling like some lions Leave em quite as a mouse And I'm on my own wave Grinding for 4 days and you in the house I never gave a fuxk with these niggaa was talking bout Don't care about clout I make the trap jump when I get In my mode Back up when I'm moving the load Act up and he getting exposed We back on the road Stood off in the trap And I made a half a ticket Call me Young Houdini it was magic how I did Stood off on the block I was serving pounds of midget A dirty ass revolver, this was way before the switches Riding to that UGK Dirty money ima spend it I dropped it in the pot had to whip me up a Bentley Staying free of all the haters and these dirty trifling women The way I put that shit together think I'm fucking with the chemist Don't play tha game Keep the dope No sage geniis And if it's lines That they want I give em plenty Got em hooked up on the dope Like popeye and the spinach got Got em hooked up on the rope They somewhere stuck up in it Losing track of time I'm somewhere in the mind I'm living rent free Man fuck a 9 to 5 They said the dope a sell itself So I cook up in the booth Just like a chef 5 star meals We just want the mills Full off dollars bills Want that house Off in the hill Had to get for real Had to hit the block And make em feel Some they never feel Put that dope up close up to they ears Stood off in the trap And I made a half a ticket Call me Young Houdini it was magic how I did Stood off on the block I was serving pounds of midget A dirty ass revolver, this was way before the switches Riding to that UGK Dirty money ima spend it I dropped it in the pot had to whip me up a Bentley Staying free of all the haters and these dirty trifling women The way I put that shit together think I'm fucking with the chemist