texas ranger (feat. RRoxket)

Sticked up like Texas Ranger (If you not Ball Hog, then die)

Damn, I'm with ganger

Bye, ho, see you later

I'ma let my gun blow, I'm releasin' anger

Damn, I'm from Buffalo, how the fuck I make it?

I can't really trust a thot, all these hoes basic

They just want me for my guap, I just had to face it

He don't want no smoke for real, guess he couldn't take it

My twin gon' put belt to ass, he a real spanker

What the fuck you wanna do?

I could never trust a thot, I know all these bitches choose

Put a bag on your bro, put a bag on you

I'm in love with my B30s, but these Prada cups is cool

Raf Simons Nebraska sweater teal, it ain't blue

I would never fuck a city ho, posted up with goo

I just poured up some dirty shit, sour soda goo

You gotta be Ball Hog to fuckin' ride in my coupe

Uh, I pour four in this, hell yeah, this ain't plain soda

Huh, I'm double R, somethin' like a Range Rover

Uh, it ain't nothin' around? Pour up in the cherry cola

Uh, and you spin that block, we shoot at them lil' Toyotas

Uh, lil' bro drivin' a hotbox, I'm paranoid

Uh, and my pockets filled with green shit, countin' yola

Uh, that switch will stretch a **** ass just like yoga

Uh, lil' RRoxket slime a **** just like King Cobra

Uh, and this ho, she give me brain, smart as hell like Oprah

Uh, lil' **** on the field, Marcus Mariota

Uh, uh, shooter black as hell, look like he from Angola

Uh, my Perc' plug look like he from Ethiopia

Uh, we come to kill, better run when we approach you

Uh, I got kicked out the spot and I'm with them ****, hold you

Uh, take another pill when my first pill geek over

Uh, M5, Perc' pill, same shape as oval

Uh, I can't put her in Chanel and not Fashion Nova

Uh, when I put racks in my pocket, it look like a folder

Uh, put the pint inside the fridge, keep the Tris colder

Uh, I'm scared to have no funds, I got broke-phobia

Uh, the trench coat, treat it like a stick holster

Uh, I catch an opp, put him on a big poster

I'm gone flex on you, you know I'm a fuckin' boaster

I'ma strike him out like I'm a whole pro bowler

Pour up in the cream soda, not no Coca Cola

I got green on my damn body like a three leaf clover

Hella Dracos in this truck, play with gang, it's over

Posted in the A, I just made a song with gang