Texas Boy

What the fuck you say about my momma I don't want any trouble just get out You talking shit Every time I come in this motherfucker you got something to say Yuh Aye, yeah C4, aye Texas boys and you know that we strapped Standing ovation he play and get clapped up Body bag like a condom he wrapped Hell nah you ain't gang you ain't getting no dap up Fuck tipping 44's, nigga that's what we tote Play with the gang it's a wrap like a bow Ride through the Murda got tats on my throat Might see me alone but I keep me a, hollup I'm riding alone but I keep me a pole Think I'm a lick and I'm wiping his nose Ain't for the attention I'm keeping it low This bitch on my hip gone blow, C4 Never alone because I keep me a blick My kinfolk a blood and my cousin a crip We dressed in all black, I fancy the drip He stalking my page, but so is his bitch Ride through the Cliff with a Glock 17 Nigga we T'd, we up in Big T's Taking from me, shit he think it's a breeze Ran through his pockets left him at the scene Chasing this money like doing some cardio Step on they heads, Luigi and Mario Nigga diss me and get whooped for some audio Play with my family better tell yours adios Left hook, hit him, liver, body blows She gone, eat the, dick, sloppy joe Tatted, like, Tunchi, Hollygrove Shoot a, nigga, till his, body gone Down south nigga with some mean ass kinfolk Nigga gone wack me, nigga should'a been blown Y'all rookies to the same old shit that we been on Your bitch wanna fuck, but I put her in the friend zone Choppa beat his chest, gorilla, ape time Whack me a nigga, flee, state lines You saving these hoes, hero, cape time She gone let me clap nigga, all I did was FaceTime Say he want beef, well nigga it's up then Gang around me, ain't nothing gone touch them Chalked that boy hop scotch nigga jump in Stand over his body until it click, nigga fuck him