Lyrics:
Austin
In a creek with Dawson and this vegan bitch tryin' to eat my sausage
That sounds awesome
Fuck these parties, I'm real awkward
I stand there, I don't
tryin
I'm tryin not to lose hope
Give me a sign. Sum'n that says I'm not wastin my time
Sum'n that will keep me from going crazy because I swear I'm just
you, no advice (I can't really tell you how to live your life, get me)
I'm not tryin to be, no big thing (nuttin big star)
I'm not tryin to give you, no
a city boy can take
Wild as a cotton mouth snake
I'm lost in Austin but I think Ill be ok
I'm lost in Austin and I think might be stayin'
I'm lost in
Sometimes you eat it up, some flicks to keep me up
A pint'll knock you down, I'm tryin'-tryin'
(Baby, I'm too slow)
(I could never go for a swim)
(Holla
Couple of nights at the Austin Four Seasons
Asked why I'm turnt got a couple of reasons
Said they was with me but no I don't see em
Xo coup goin savage
all my dirt by my dolo, boy (On my dolo shit)
In the kitchen makin' dough, on the low low, boy (On the low low, shh)
She ride me like a horse, I'm
would be so amazed by the things that I can tell...
[Hook:]
I got troubles with in, troubles with out.
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out.
fountain no doubt that I'm sippin'
She said "How'd you get so fearless?" baby - it's simple physics
This year
I'm tryin to be the man this year
This year
him before
Me, Judge at the Municipal
Court, Travis County, Texas, at my office in
Austin, in said county, Instanter
Then and there to answer the State
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
out her underwear
I don’t need your help I’m doing it by myself
Ain’t tryin to be rich I want wealth
Nigga talking crazy we pull up with stealth
He must
"Name and last three!" Austin, oh-six-six
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside
In
In church together tryin' to pick up all the pieces
And now you betray me, I bind you in the name of Jesus
Somebody please pray what I'm talkin'
and talk to me you better think twice
I made a lot of racks
While spitting facts
But the fact is that
You'll never be as good as me
You can't match my energy
ain't showin' no remorse
They do drive-bys, we tryin' to kill
We ain't goin' back and forth
Brand new heater, I just cashed out on another torch
' to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA
BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want to parlay wit you
'cause 'e fucked me up by tryin to tell me…
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If 'e'd o' come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look...
Steve: Nicko.
ain’t gonna be talking all on the phone fuck around with that nigga
Be trippin, I’m trippin.
Nigga tryin to jam me up.
Uh uh
Nigga don’t
ain’t gonna be talking all on the phone fuck around with that nigga
Be trippin, I’m trippin.
Nigga tryin to jam me up.
Uh uh
Nigga don’t
(Wait, is that Austin?)
Yeah, I'm tryin' not to get indicted
These rap niggas look hurt
I think their pockets on a diet
Gettin' money, nigga, you
getting killed by supremacy’s
Got me feeling like a panther in the seventies
And all my brothers locked
And they aint granting no clemency
Praying for
the window, you gonna see a difference
It can be ya sandbox niggas that will put you inna damn box nigga
If you ain't grind with me, why you putting put ya
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