Texaco (feat. SRT Sachi!)

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Thurdi

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That bitch want to link with me
She just want to sleep with me
I walked in ten G's on me
On my feet McQueen's on me
That nigga was hating on me I can see it from a far
He thought that was his wife, I fucked that bitch in the backseat of her car
Ha, Ha, Ha
Drop the roof cause she talk to the stars, Let's go
I be in the trap, I'm mixing that shit like DJ Esco
I'm bussing plays at the Texaco, He just took the metro
I be with my dawg like Petco, two twin Glocks like Rambo
Them bullets gone rip through
She tryna f*ck, tryna see what the lip do
I'm fucking her friend, I told that bitch I been through
That nigga broke he don't got it when rent due
I'm taking his bitch then I hit and say thank you
My young nigga crazy he'll shoot you on YouTube
My ears in the streets, I'm connected like Bluetooth
I already fucked all her friends I got her mad at me
Stacks inside my pocket look like some chips, I got a bag on me
F*ck that bitch one time she stuck to me just like a tat on me
Riding round in a big ass body truck and it run on battery
That bitch want to link with me
She just want to sleep with me
I walked in ten G's on me
On my feet McQueen's on me
That nigga was hating on me I can see it from a far
He thought that was his wife, I fucked that bitch in the backseat of her car
Ha, Ha, Ha
Drop the roof cause she talk to the stars, Let's go
I be in the trap, I'm mixing that shit like DJ Esco
I'm bussing plays at the Texaco, He just took the metro
I be with my dawg like Petco, two twin Glocks like Rambo
Drum on the stick fill that bitch wit' ammo
Bape on the hoodie paid a lot for camo
Made that bitch sing sounding like soprano
Bullets go 'Bing aiming for yo' band
She don't know me by my government just my handle
Whole lotta' money you'd think that I gamble
Bend that bitch over she look like a camel
Diamonds they dancing all on my enamel
You got a gun ain't gone do nothing with it
Stop all that talkin' boy quit it
Call up Saul get my boy acquitted
She wanna f*ck told her give me a minute
Yea, Ask me how I get money nigga none yo' business
Yea, Run them racks up cause it's good for my fitness
That bitch want to link with me
She just want to sleep with me
I walked in ten G's on me
On my feet McQueen's on me
That nigga was hating on me I can see it from a far
He thought that was his wife, I fucked that bitch in the backseat of her car
Ha, Ha, Ha
Drop the roof cause she talk to the stars, Let's go
I be in the trap, I'm mixing that shit like DJ Esco
I'm bussing plays at the Texaco, He just took the metro
I be with my dawg like Petco

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