Ransom (feat. Maxo Kream)

Is it snowing in Houston, baby?

I phone Beyoncé phone

You know I'm a soldier, baby

I can shoot with my sword or my gun

80 baby, under the sun

Don't gotta be serious, we can have some fun

Cops, we never run

Tech, we got them guns

I feel like a champ

I feel like I ran up bitches on the gram

Liking pictures cause I'm handsome

We want more, and then some

That **** my damb son

She looking so fine, I might hold that shit for ransome

I don't lie, I don't lie

I don't lie, I don't lie

I feel like a champ

Her pussy so moist

I just got a cramp

Caught a charlie horse

Found her on the gram

Added her as a friend

Ain't worry bout your man

Bitch, come eat this ham

When it come to persona, my edikit keep drippin

Heard that your **** be ditchin and trippin

I got me a Glock, that shit come with extentions

In Texas in the trentches, we be crippin

From trappin and stackin to purple cup sippin

Tryna change up my life, so I need me a mistress

Your man be actin so dismissive

I don't lie, I don't lie

I don't lie, I don't lie