Lyrics:
be a brand new day
Billy and Milly tore up the entire West
They started holding up liquor stores and then they turned to banks
And it wasn't very
It's that Slowed and Throwed
It's that Slowed and Throwed
It's that Slowed and Throwed
Slowed and Throwed
Cliqua
Texas players know how to ball
Dirty
New choppa on me and I’m running the race
Texas I hold ‘em, man gimme my ace
Get on my nerves and I’m pouring an eight
On the mentally break, she be
Lord Verm on that tip, on that tip like ay
956, Lord Verm on that shit, on that shit like
"Hey!"
Texas hold 'em, yes i'm holding
Texas hold 'em, yes i'm
Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to
Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja
Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling
Feeling like Tina,
tha ocean
Swanging in the open ,boss hogging till the road ends
No flag on the play in Texas we still holding watch how u ride in the lane the rims
I’m Kobe Yeah I’m Fresh Out Texas
Use to whip out the lexus
I don’t even have ex’s
Gave me head for her breakfast
Told her friends and we texting
No
got that appetite
I'm holding money til my after life
I just wanna spend it all with my acolytes
Let's play big bank take little bank
Yea, let's play
you smoke in Texas, make sure you thank our connections hah
This is for my people back at home in the nine
Five, six, I see yall, yall been holding it
gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's
West Texas forecast more of the same
Sunny and mild with no chance of rain
That old John Deere tractor ain't moved in days
Oh but he's out there
on ya brain now nigga?
SAY IT LOUD MY NIGGA THAT
BANK, BANK, BANK, BANK
BANK, BANK, BANK, THAT
BANK, BANK, BANK, BANK
BANK, BANK, THAT, BANK
I was a loser
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give
gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's
The last rattlesnake in all of West Texas, live in a hole down deep in the ground
He slithered to the top of a big flat rock, gave his tail a quick
the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go
You niggas'll never
(Yeah)
Bag huh, bag huh, bag huh
Bag huh, bag huh, bag huh
Bag huh
(BANG BANG)
Ok robbing banks, huh?
We be robbing banks, huh?
Yeah we robbing
Intro: 62nd Assassin
I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.
On the other side of 123rd St., bro'.
Nothing known but a bank roll.
On the other
Down in the scrub oak country
To the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
A brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore,
I'm just living life I ain't living right i'm just giving pipe
To yo bitch any given night stripping on the pole for the bank roll sniffing white
Do
Holding you under the Texas stars in the pale moon light there's a fire in my heart
No I don't wanna miss one second of this
Yeah I know we're just
I don’t know
Sometimes I’m feeling low
I would like connections
The connection make me slow
If I stayed online
Then where my life go
Holding
come on babe I'll beat you there
Try and catch me baby, if you dare
Take a pit stop on my way out of town
Fire at the bank I'm burning it down
I'm
Yea
Ugh
24/7 my hustle game legit
Bank digits got me on some mathematical shit
Awoke from the coma
Made it out of that pit
Arose from the ashes
Now
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