Lyrics:
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
(fuck the system)
Not from golden state
Still I’m a warrior like curry (border baby)
Third coast baby
Where were swinging and swerving (Texas boy)
a motherfuckin' tec and watch you jump
So die motherfuckers die motherfuckers die
Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry
One nigga you can't fuck
a motherfuckin' tec and watch you jump
So die motherfuckers die motherfuckers die
Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry
One nigga you can't fuck
They Like Me Like This, Swear
100% my click gon ride if I should die today
No more window pain
It start to raining
I just fly away
Cops be
get run over by my car like I was Caitlyn Jenner
Now onto the Confederate Flag, if you wave it
You're a traitor to America, because you hate it
I will
not fornicating
Tig Ol Bitties and she pretty but i hate my temptations
Cruisin in a Lexus
Baby girl from Texas
Daddy said i’m reckless
Vegeta on my
The block did a rush hour' call it Chris tucker
Watch when I drop I'm raising the ruckus
We getting money' these hoes gonna fuck us
Everything goes just gotta
The lame stuffer
Bang, deranged fucker
I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers
Make enemies, make friends
I make money, money make moves in the state
go
Now, let's get to work and they
We drop it like a KO
Ask them little niggas they say
I'm hotter than Waco
Texas mac spill elastic when I stretch
[Jadakiss]
Hey yo, I woke up in a daze wit' the slight headache.
You know the usual, the studio gettin' red late.
Serious jet lag when I get
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
Another plane ride for the books, she gon die for the hook, I know
Killing me slowly, shawty in the living room skiing for the nosebleed, jolly good
Or maybe it'll mean more
When I touch gold
Yea or maybe just platinum
How long you think it'll take
Shut up nigga stop askin em
Born to live
Or born to die
standing by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwing up his own blood
With a slug in his
to Texas connection
Nuttin' but some real shit, what why'all expected
Spaz out, some times dreamin', think I'm awoke
Harsh realities of life, hit me after
Tucker Carlson
Freedom is a word that I don't really understand
Because it doesn't apply if you have melanin
If you have tinted skin then the deck is
Lady visitor come to see you
And if I know my celebrities
It's Mrs Tanya Turner, isn't it?
Erm?
Oh I read all the glossies, my love
Need a bit of glamour
to the gospel road
Spent his whole life saving souls
When he looked at me and his blook ran cold
He didn't even try
I had no dreams and I had no plans
But
Freddy's come for you
They passing through Texas? well god bless em,
They better call they reverend when they hear that saw revving
Or better yet a medic
call that racial mixing moment
Now if Tucker Carlson says another fourteen words
I might have to kill two birds By OJ-ing a white girl
Fuck a T.E.R.F.
to go I'm ready to black
Cause I'ma soldier, gone off that doja
Ain't no cryin at my funeral I lived life to the fullest as a high roller
So when I die
the fake they gone die slow
I stg my heart froze, cold like snow
It's gone melt then grow back, give it time fasho
I been by my lonely
No one to hold me
I
real one yea my ride or die, yea my ride or die
I ain't worried bout yo last
She ain't worried bout my past, bout my past
Gas by the bag
Champagne by
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