Keeaun Jones - Houston Lyrics

I'm in a bed with Ella shit that's sarah, no that's brittany
I think I might move to Houston, but I don't move whitney
I'm wearing these Nike trainers, whole time this new girl with me
Said I bought them from JD Sports, ripped off the tag, shit don't fit me
I remember back in the day, them man have shit to say
Now Ace and R gon' stay, remember the name KJ
Calling my phone on a Sunday, bitch on my private jet
We on a runway, one way lane in a Lambo
Rambo shoot a man down like a would your man though

And I'm begging to stay, lyrical flow, they call me AJ
Tracy lately, baiting me out for the work that I done in the middle of May
Them boys search up my area, call which side are you on, are you Bees or Wicky
Yeah, Ace now runs with a blicky Chat shit, yeah it's gonna get sticky
Come alive at night, deep in the music, write them bars on a flight
This is my legacy, bro say revive, feel like MJ might just bring a man back from the dead
When Jay got a nicked he shot rat right in the head
Now all I see is red, give a girl roses, all of the sheets on the bed

I'm in a bed with Ella, shit that's sarah no that's
But I don't move whitney
I'm in a bed with Ella shit that's sarah, no that's brittany
I think I might move to Houston, but I don't move whitney
I'm wearing these Nike trainers, whole time this new girl with me
Said I bought them from JD Sports, ripped off the tag, shit don't fit me
I remember back in the day, them man have shit to say
Now Ace and R gon' stay, remember the name KJ
Calling my phone on a Sunday, bitch on my private jet
We on a runway, one way lane in a Lambo
Rambo shoot a man down like a would your man though

KJ im back, you on me on a track I'm about to attack the xp they all lack
Man's got the fire, and the attire Anyone chats I will call them a liar
You think you can pop nah man
You're gonna get dropped huh man
Walking around the hood you thinking that you should click like hit with a gun click
Clint eastwood
Making a rap, you think you're the best you can't handle that
KJ on a track, Ace is the G, he hits it with a clack
Get dubs no cap, falling line, nobody wants that
We making some racks, three mil on the way and there ain't no trap

I'm in a bed with Ella, shit that's sarah no that's
But I don't move whitney
I'm in a bed with Ella shit that's sarah, no that's brittany
I think I might move to Houston, but I don't move whitney
I'm wearing these Nike trainers, whole time this new girl with me
Said I bought them from JD Sports, ripped off the tag, shit don't fit me
I remember back in the day, them man have shit to say
Now Ace and R gon' stay, remember the name KJ
Calling my phone on a Sunday, bitch on my private jet
We on a runway, one way lane in a Lambo
Rambo shoot a man down like a would your man though