Lyrics:
They ask me why I be bussin' these shots, and I tell 'em I do it for fun
Yeah I was gone for a minute, I'm back and now I'm on yo head like a bun
All
they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't
they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't
the street in some Texas heat, and us down the road from my cousin, now
Dance some more, close to Mexico and I tell my boys that I left 'em, uh
My feelings
I keep them racks up to my ear
Man fuck what jay be talking bout
You can tell he from the south
By the golds up in his mouth
You can tell he bout
the only white boy out here that don't got a gimmic?
Hm well I guess it ain't on purpose, they flip for my throwaway verses
Walked by a hospital after
between
I’m with big los
We did it all
& That’s by any means
Thats The killer team
We put em down
No disrespecting me
I had to dash off
tell you? (Four)
I notice that you're there, but I'm always in your hair
And you're always in my mind, maybe so (four)
Wasted, boy, I need your
it, bro that's a cop
Fuck RSO tell them boys they should stop
Fuck 'em they clowns tryna get us boys caught
I need a spot cause I'm bored of the lot
to snitches rid em quick when i get to drilling
Feel me coming for ya
Feel me coming for ya
By knife or by rope u feel me coming for ya
Im going in on these
and use the pay phone when I ran out of minutes
I can tell by your homie tone that y'all ain't bout your business
Big homie always use to put me on he
celibate
I just be busting my shit for the hell of it
I got that za, you can tell by the smell of it
Or by the look of it, I'm finna book a bitch
I want her
[You can’t tell me
Every single time you bang my line I didn’t pick up
You can’t tell me
That I ain’t pull up when you said them boys tried to beat
I had a thousand roxy's at the Marriot
I told em meet me at the Citgo
Right there by the Save-a-lot
Now boy you know
I aint meeting nobody at that
to the truck with the Optimus Prim grille
Handin' out crack got the scene poppin' off
They not sleepin' on 'em the fiends is noddin' off
For real tell me how
make up my mind
'Cause right when I tell you it's over
By the end of the night, I be right back in bed witchu
You you you you
I be right back in bed
know
Boy boy boy boy boy better know!
Final stage! Sweeeeping!
Elbow! Kick, punch, elbow!
Elbow elbow!
You can't tell me jack
Man could never be wack
get with 'em
[High Beam]
Ah!
[Chorus]
When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a cure but nobody want to die
on the net just know I'll say it yo face (TO YO FACE)
Told that loser from the jump that he financial aid (DTP, WHERE MY MONEY)
Grab em' by the collar if he
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
And lick two shots in the atmosphere (uh)
(Yeah, yeah) put 'em up, put 'em up
(Uh, uh, uh, put 'em up, put 'em up) yeah, a-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah,
had to remind 'em
Lately been cooling, lately been chillin', been on my own vibe
I don't wanna think, I don't wanna move, scared of own my mind
Boy I'm
(too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them
(too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them
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