Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3:30 In Houston, artist - Benny the Butcher. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3:30 In Houston |
| Ayo, I had to get somethin' off my chest |
| Had to get somethin' off my chest, right |
| Turn me up, turn the beat up some |
| You know, karma’s a bitch |
| She a dirty bitch |
| Ayo, City Boy, 'member we robbed them niggas |
| For about fifty in jewels, a hundred in cash |
| Hahaha, this shit all come back though |
| Ah, yo (And I’m doin' this shit from a wheelchair) |
| Uh, quarter million in a week, I made your bitch come assist with the count |
| She could be a thief but because of that mouth, I give her the benefit of the |
| doubt |
| Yeah, extra twenty off a brick, those the benefits of a drought, nigga |
| I can’t even sit on a couch with you if it’s really bricks in the house, nigga |
| For my city, know how I rock, breaking news story linked by the cops |
| Cuban links on me, too thick to snatch, to run off with mines, I had to get shot |
| Rolls Royce truck, they said we stood out, only one mistake, I ain’t have a |
| lookout |
| Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart, take me out the hood, but can’t take |
| the hood out |
| Make my whole city wanna be rappers (Yeah) |
| I made the trappers all shoot for the ceiling |
| We turned a brick to a lucrative business, my net worth 'bout a cool two million |
| Already know what you do for them hoes, but it’s about what you do for your |
| niggas |
| Meetings with HOV and kickin' it with E, I put my team in a room with them |
| billions |
| Fuck all the bloggers, the niggas who shot me, fuck all the opps, |
| and fuck Wendy Williams |
| Can’t trust nobody, it’s all smoke and mirrors |
| I still ain’t make no real friends in this business |
| Rolls Royce truck, they said we stood out, only one mistake, I ain’t have a |
| lookout |
| Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart, take me out the hood, but can’t take |
| the hood out |
| Niggas told me since this shit happened that I’m lit, I should take advantage |
| of it |
| That’s why I really can’t stand you suckers, go to Instagram, but won’t handle |
| nothin' |
| Out the hospital to a private jet |
| The bullet really ain’t damage nothin' (I'm good, nigga) |
| Niggas would’ve been in my position |
| I bet they would’ve hit the panic button, man (Niggas get shot everyday, B) |
| They was sent for me, my dawg in Houston got a tip for me |
| Mexicans that’ll wig for me, their pinky fingers gettin' sent to me, yeah |
| Interviews with me, all sent offers, stuck to the code, the mob, no talkin' |
| Won’t talk about it on camera unless it’s with Anderson Cooper or Barbara |
| Walters |
| 3:30 in Houston (Ah) |
| You know how this shit go (Yeah) |
| Black Sopranos, nigga (Yeah) |
| Griselda, nigga |
| 3:30 in Houston |
| We get them shits, nigga |
| 3:30 in Houston |
| And we gon' take 'em (Ah) |
| Real gangster shit, nigga (Ah) |
| 3:30 in Houston |
| You know what they say (Yeah) |
| Niggas get shot everyday, B (Uh) |
| Real shit, though |
| I’m doin' this shit from a wheelchair |
| 3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston (Uh) |
| 3:30 in Houston (Ah) |
| They said, they said that shit was an attempt because |
| 3:30 in Houston |
| I still had cash on me |
| 3:30 in Houston |
| I still had a ton of cash on me and I still had jewels on me |
| 3:30 in Houston |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| This shit deeper than rap |
| 3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston |
| Don’t believe these dick-eatin' niggas |
| Niggas really wanna be us (Ah) |
| Let’s go |