Matagorda

(B-B-Bankroll Got It) You could tell by the way that I talk that I'm Texas made Slidin' in an all pearl bright white Escalade Hoggin' e'ry lane, swervin' 'round like move wit' that Big body truck, push the bitch 'til the pedal break No, I can't fuck with none of these phonies That's why you always see me by my lonely Tried to take my steak and give me bologna He tried to do me like how Manny did Tony I ain't goin' for none of that, run his ass over like a runnin' back Hunnid round drum on the choppa, stretch him like a rubber band Who you say sweet? You must be talkin' 'bout another man My choppa got a talkin' problem, it be stutterin' What, what, what, what he say? I be talkin' that shit, put it straight in they face Be careful Texas, I'm straight out the Bay We gon' burn the body, we ain't catchin' no case Right on (right on), B-A-Y C-I-T-Y Fuck with the hog, get boomed and die Underneath the water tower, late night, gettin' high I'm the type to shoot first, then later ask why Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite Better me, the old one knockin' off eyes Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys On me, I put that shit on the gang (gang) Hogg Booma, OT, Bay City, we on the track like a train (train) And we droppin' hits like rain (rain, rain) Big body Range, same color champagne ('pagne) All in they face like a bang (grrt) Ayy, and my left pocket, right pocket's full like Cash Money, Lil Wayne Ayy, and I'm slowed up, poured up, double cup, full of that Wock' (huh?) We 50 deep at the water tower, it's goin' down like Jock These Yeezy slides, no Crocs (ayy), we'll feed a nigga to the crocs These Dracos and these black Glocks, these real guns, no props, OT Right on (right on), B-A-Y C-I-T-Y Fuck with the hog, get boomed and die Underneath the water tower, late night, gettin' high I'm the type to shoot first, then later ask why Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite Better me, the old one knockin' off eyes Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys (put that on the guys) B-A-Y C-I-T-Y, fuck with the hog, get boomed and die Underneath the water tower, late night, gettin' high I'm the type to shoot first, then later ask why Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite Better me, the old one knockin' off eyes Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys (put that on the guys)