TEXAS MAYNE (with 8Ball Baby)

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Yeah, I'm feelin' this one right here, nah nah nah, let that one play, know what I'm talkin
bout
Shit, it's the 4-8 bar, baby, let's get it, f*ck it, let's get it
Ayy, on Vintage, you are blessed

You need to know when I blow the dro, my cup muddy, drippin' on the flow
Had a couple hoes turn into foes, all my players old, I was gettin' chose
Hoes look the f*ck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park
Now she amazed by the way I top up a choppa screw while I'm bangin' hard

It's a Texas thing when I swing and bang, had a Cadillac with that wide frame
Now I grip the great and hoes love to main, now I'm blacked out, nigga, like I'm Bruce Wayne
For a little change, I done did a strange, and I'm makin' calls like I'm Major Payne
If you want the villain, I'm the one to blame, cause money blowin' like a hurricane

I don't f*ck them twins, but they not the same, one's Mary Jane and she on a cane
The other hoe, well, she a freakin' freak, she got a nigga, but she love to cheat
She said, R, kill me when you take a leak, I said, shut the f*ck up, cause this shit is weak
Strip it down and let me take a peak, I'm a dicky bitch, stand ass every week

Then I let her go, control, alt, delete, she got a weird fetish like to f*ck her feet
But my Halloween bitch love to trick for treats with some bifocals lookin' like a geek
I hear this nigga takin' little feet, bitch, I want it all, so I'ma play it for keeps
Sometime I say some shit that they gotta bleep, I'ma throw a brief, stack it up, I weep

Bet, run it up
Now I'm on this track, my heart set, don't take no flack
Not the button that don't hit the backboard
You gonna get sacked on the 50, with a whiskey in the Lambo

Yeah, I'm drifty, it ain't risky, this be crispy
Yeah, don't throw the game of frisbee, yeah, she frisky
She got tipsy, I got fans just like them swifties
I been ballin' since I was 15, if I reach court, be found guilty

Of murderin', never been so quickly flyin
Car, you can call me Chitty, Chitty
Bang, bang, now I'm spittin' slang
Slang with my boy Andrew Jang, and I'm ridin' with the gang

We be mixin' like Yin-Yang, perfect duo, call me Scott Lang
I just gave your girl a call, and I left her on rang
I'm the conqueror, I got the face blue just like Kang
If you ain't on my side, then you can walk the plank

Six shots in the chamber, I ain't drawin' any blanks
I got a homicide limit, you can call it my kill tank
Hit, round, side, flank, now you about to taste the pavement
Oh, but now you drank, chillin' in Frank

Fort, you just sank, in the floor, you know, it ain't a prank
NYC friends, homeboy like LeBlanc
Venomous snakes, get bit by fangs
You ain't got jewels, cause I just made them shrink

I'm at the top, and I'm breakin' all the ranks
You know everything bigger, you can call it Texas made
You smack me around, but I didn't feel a thang
She just left my house, your hoe, you know she thank

Cause she so swing, you know I break the bank
With them hundreds, I know you know
If it's with some drugs, gotta overdose
You got loved ones, that I wanna know

We the young bugs, only way to go up, and then comes
The rain and flow, she a dumb, stuck on the flow
And on the stick, my flow so sick, yeah, she so thick
I'm really slick, she took the brick, gonna be on TikTok

Yeah, that's the kick, my life just like a flick
A fire runnin' on a whip, like John, you hear the click
You done, you seen this stick, the gun in chamber six
I took a lick, and so did she, this ain't a trick

Yeah, I'm so quick, got you like Frick, or Fetch
You know that you're a stretch, so retch, right from you
You French, but I Frenched your hoe in sweats, she drenched
You sketch, while I'm a legend in flesh and bones

And on the throne, you've thrown out ideas, you've grown
It ain't unknown that you've been blown
I'm in the zone, so you no loner, you foreprone
Don't use that tone when I'm on the phone

Is that your scent, you gotta own
That you be bent, and it's cologne
Bark fast like wind, call me cyclone
Fix it in post, shout out Malone

You a ghost by a lens, condone
I'm shooting shots, and I ain't alone
Yeah, ate the goat, and you just got owned

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