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Texaco Suave

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All this gas and fucking syrup i might fucking O.D.
Aye, tell the plug to send some more bags in
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Texaco Bitch!

I Been serving out the p, I hope that twelve don't catch me
Moving weight from state to state, bales and scales that's me
I came straight up out the trap, I swear I got the recipe
I know niggas whippin' soda, like its fish in hot grease

I Been serving out the p, I hope that twelve don't catch me
Moving weight from state to state, bales and scales that's me
I came straight up out the trap, I swear I got the recipe
I know niggas whippin' soda, like its fish in hot grease

Way a nigga serve the pack, I feel like Jeezy in 03'
All this gas and fucking syrup I might fucking O.D. 
I'm in traffic with the ratchet, Love The Hustle on my tee
She a ratchet let me smash it, Imma' pass her to the team
Free my nigga Junt, we gone hold it down until you free
Upper Echelon, for my verse I gotta' charge a fee
I'm going harder now, name another nigga hard as me 
I'm moving smarter now, I make that trap jump like a trampoline
My Neck on Florida, I swear this water dripping like a spring
Hoe I won't argue, aye if the hoe ain't fucking she can leave 
I got the real one in, all I smoke is Runtz and good O.G.
They let a real one in, all that cap can stay away from me

I Been serving out the p, I hope that twelve don't catch me
Moving weight from state to state, bales and scales that's me
I came straight up out the trap, I swear I got the recipe
I know niggas whippin' soda, like its fish in hot grease

I Been serving out the p, I hope that twelve don't catch me
Moving weight from state to state, bales and scales that's me
I came straight up out the trap, I swear I got the recipe
I know niggas whippin' soda, like its fish in hot grease

The way my nigga hold the Tek, It's like he beefing with the ref
I'm cooking HighXlass dope, man they calling Texaco the chef
He talking reckless now, slap a Thirty in feel like I'm Steph
I brought them trappers out, Imma' beat it out til' nothing left
Leave out the lot I might do a 360
All of this red that I sip, I might need a new kidney
He play with that pack, cut em' off cant do business 
These niggas get jealous and get in they feelings
Can't pay it 'no-tention, ain't none of my business
I get to the bag and I run to the digits
I drip through the city, get paid off commission 
My trap house a business, can't do no more chilling
Boston George with the pack it go missing
I drop crack on a track have you itching
Moving weight like this shit LA Fitness
I know niggas still whip in the kitchen
Keep a FN you know it's extended 
Lil nigga you know I ain't missing 
I take a step back and I shoot with precision
Don't talk to the plug he come pay me a visit

I Been serving out the p, I hope that twelve don't catch me
Moving weight from state to state, bales and scales that's me
I came straight up out the trap, I swear I got the recipe
I know niggas whippin' soda, like its fish in hot grease

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