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I got soldiers ride for me gone die for me like cult of chuckee
I got niggas that be trapping got good gas for cheap like bucees
I got bitches tryna

the map
An she got a name that a nigga can’t pronounce
When she suck my dick I get cum all in her brows
Road trips in Texas man you got to stop at bucees

(Peace sign!)
Middle finger with da clutch
Yea we realer than what (Byeee)
Bucees and L's Green to the scene
You luh supreme Free Louis V's
Free my cousin

pronounced buc-ees
Your ass is crusty
And you're no baller
Your skills are quite rusty
So, into your mother
I am thrusting
Climax approaching
My rhymes

been drinking kind of thinking about how it went wrong
When the smoke clears
I'm out of beer
I stumble into Bucees
Buy a 40 feeling lucky
When the smoke

day, hoe this ain't no arcade
If yo ass see me in bucees I'm prolly gettin a parfait
Why this ho think I love ha
Ho yo ass dumb as hell
Prolly playin

ghosts
I don't compete , I'm complete with the gun piece and I'm hungry
So I just eat, like I'm Bun B, at a Bucees, pass the bun please
M4 with a Glock

Like they in hands of MODOK
Bring justice, poetic
And kind of feel I'm lucky
Make a stop for some gas
Like we pull up at Bucees
Ask Annie if she okay

to stay again
And if they played guitar
I'd make them join my band we'd go on tour
Wed go to buc-ees, pop a tire, cry for the van
Get ourselves tan under

an itch
No, I'm thirsty
Down highway 90 going 40
Heading to the Bucees, for an ICEE
Always running
Freezing my pain
Escaping my brain
I want change
Yet I

bands on me
Got a woman telling me what’s best to eat
And maybe if I’m lucky
We can stop at Buc-ees 
And buy a couple bottles of ecstasy 

Ay, we’re young

can't understand
Oil and gas
Largemouth bass
Buc-ees and the H.E.B.

Welcome to Texas!
Where the skies are blue
If you don't mind the haze
Over Houston