Lyrics:
done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't
myself to Texas
Oh man 16 months without real good TEXMEX
I don't even know what I was thinking about
I miss those little drawings underneath the caps
blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to p- in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over the opposition
Lookin' like a dog that's p-
Leg up
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
Try to articulate baby, but it's all coming out what are you talking about?
That's a pretty funny way to try to say I love you. (I do)
Try
ain't dookie, ma, I'm not Green Day
Wake up, you're about to miss your damn dream day
Now everybody just sing what the screen say
It goes
what happened (uh huh)
Y'all just like when I talk about it 'cause I don't be cappin' (ha)
This that time of year where certain people gon' hate me
valentines day look like ima miss it
I aint trippin but texas is where im chillin when im coo on that kc livin
Somebody posted the top 15 kc rap artist and I
like, you don't want your kidneys to work)
I get the family, the doggie, the kitty get murked
(Man what you know about puttin' in work?) Yeah, what
like, you don't want your kidneys to work)
I get the family, the doggie, the kitty get murked
(Man what you know about puttin' in work?) Yeah, what
for a sec
Then I had to get a mic check
(Like ? your family caught wreck)
I gots no pops to snatch me up and say, "What are we gonna do?"
Here's my
heat so much and I be in the streets
The labels won't even barter with me
Love it when I talk about the trap
Late nights that Cali, comin' back
Za p's
She look like Ke Ke Palmer
In da flesh
Got her hella wet
Us messaging each other thru a text
Sure she already know what's next
Just about every time she
(Take a ride with me)
Let's go
(He ain't a baller like me)
Let him go
(Uh Skillz)
(Shotcalla like me, he ain't rollin' like a G, I'ma P.I.M.P baby)
I
want seconds, we don't want no damn thirds
Cause we came for first.
Verse 2
Late nights thinking about my life like what did I do, how did I get
just like the Jetsons
I'm not a child, I don't know what is destined
I'm about to blow, gotta stock up on my weapons
Lately, the streets been livin' like
Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs niggas
Thinking I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove
Like a volcano have lava runnin' out yo face
Hey, if yo ass out of place
You'll find the weapons they took away I'll replace
What can I say? Another
throwin' money like they paid me for that shit, hold up!
Started in the back now I'm that nigga in the front
Shorty want the real and I'mma give her what she
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
Else to complain about
I remember when I was jumping Around from every couch like
Gary house
My pride was unbalanced
Lungs get in challenge
Now now I
Like a old folks home
I Used to dream of spokes on low pros chrome
Under the caddy
Since my daddy hit texas
Sent them photos home.
Was born to get it
.jpg/233px-Gary_P._Nunn_2016_(cropped).jpg "Gary P. Nunn")
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