Lyrics:
y'all outta pocket buckets
Y'all creating envy and jealousy by doing that buckets
Now go look in the face of y'all daughters right now and tell them you
name it
Don’t ask but your the reason why I’m singing
Me and josh in the booth and we speakin facts
Fuck wuth my girl and you know we breaking backs
All
of y'all
I love all of y'all
I love all of y'all
I love all of y'all
Don't ever stop, girl you're perfect as is
Your biggest fan girl you know you're
Meezy for short
I'm finna get a fuckin'
Olde and some 'ports
And y'all niggas ain't about shit
We got y'all surrounded
I smash a 40 bottle on your
Head
Color Changing Click
Chamillionaire
Rasaq boy ay
What y'all really know bout this Texas Boys man
What y'all know about them Texas boys
Coming down
Some people are calling him Lil Nas X, other people I hate him
Middle fingers to y'all haters I'm up above you're are down below
This is a point
Y'all on that side walk shit
Y'all on that side walk shit
Nobody elts can walk an talk like this
Y'all on that sidewalk shit
Y'all on that side
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
Baby rich, made in Rich'
Run the news, said "Fuck all y'all sources!"
Jumping' out of M3s
Y'all rentin' Bentleys
And takin' pics for IG's
Posted up in
always exotic, No Reggie Bush
If you want it, I got it just Text me an Addy
Give me ten minutes to get it all ready
I'ma swing by, catch a play on the fly
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes
Y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed
to know me homie you don't know me now
I'm about to cut you all off because you hold me down
Yeah
Cuz y'all ain't got no motivation
And you so impatient,
[A Friend Named Josh] - Clean
Chorus
When ya highs get low
Your gonna need me by your side
Just know
That I'll never leave you alone
No no no
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
to the death
Not about to prove it to y'all, but I am to myself
At times it feels like my trauma manage itself
I can never sit on my hands and leave my plans
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em
'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest
It's about to go down
Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure
They can come
Bet they do the drive-by on
A bike with a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' like you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got
Room in the basement
You
table
I'm goin' always be here, and y'all always gonna fear
The bronx making them records cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about
they pressed the mans, free Denver and Josh
Y'all gotta free the mans right now
If y'all don't free the mans
Then we gon fight now, I don't know how
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