Lyrics:
night
I always move wrong but I wanna live right
I'm a Texas boy
Southside Houston wreckless boy
Mama said chill before you'll get arrested boy
Moved my
the live shell
Let's round 'em up and get 'em back to the hotel (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Motel, holiday, inn-fact! (A-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm gonna let
friend or enemy
Same damn thang
I smile back, cuz it don't get to me
This how we gone live in these Oak Cliff streets
Nigga, Sac these streets sweet
Fore
just hang up
Hang up
Hang up
357 Rique a ranger
Talking tough gone put you in some danger
So hang up
Hang up
I ain't wit talking at all
When it
with human strangers
Legally through court, you're stung by a genital wart
Chlamydia, through the city-a
Los Angeles Texas has a serpent that's
that got the shorties in the smash)
Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
nigga, I get it, yeah, I'm on the way
Tip of the Texas, yeah, there's no delay
Told him I need that piece by Johnny Dang
Down in the valley, you know we
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
the live shell
Let's round 'em up and get 'em back to the hotel (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Motel, holiday, inn-fact! (A-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm gonna let
moves on
And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit uhh
Young Nigga get that
don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?!
I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures
And harass them bitch-ass niggas
chains on my neck, they get tangled
I'm in Atlanta, sipping Texas Ranger
Too Atlanta 'cause my goons
You can't tame them
My niggas banging GD, twist your
Ima take a pint to head like whoa
Ima texas made nigga
So you know I sip it slow
Bitch we get bread by the loaf
Dmoney doing the most
Im just a dog
don’t mind me too honest
Cause honestly, I’m going way too hard, rollin’ way too deep, taking things too far
My crew on the loose, you’ll have to do
night
I always move wrong but I wanna live right
I'm a texas boy, southside Houston wreckless boy
Mama said chill before you'll get arrested boy
Moved my
two bones and two phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin'
and raised
Where niggas get paid and hating get you sent to your grave
Don't get in my way, you know I'm heading straight to the top
I can't stop and won't
times we all
Get to live this life
That's one, don't waste it
You'd be way more successful with
Dax on your playlist
'Cause I rap about motivation, which
But they way too busy tryna save face
They don't walk in my shoes
I'm tryna tie all together with the same lace
Niggaaaa
I'm just taken away
By the way
humming
You shoulda seen it coming
I blew the crew up
But I weren't the one that grew the crew up
Certain manna knew I had two up
But don't try flip
til it's humbling
Think you grounded and get punished
This the second time Slay needed my two
Cents to keep it a hundred
How you want it? Fake and be
too
Steady riding my dick, like bitches do
You a gangsta or a hoe, nigga which is you
Archie Lee been real, before I had a crew
Get it right don't
I'm willin' to bet, you're willin' to sweat (yah)
But illin"ll get you - (bruised), I kill and I step to - (crews)
And abuse two's and three's, who's
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