I could king
of this shit,
they ain't fuckin' with me though
I get king of this shit,
they ain't fuckin' with me though
I can do it off the door,
I seen him come, I seen him go
I'm talkin' to
Texas, huh?
Hey, I'm talkin' to
Texas
Yeah, girl, where you at?
King of, king of this shit,
fuck him, fuck him with me though
Do it, do it off the door, I come,
I come, I seen him go
I'm talkin' to
Texas, huh?
I reached out and said right quick,
what's next?
Hold up, nigga, where you at?
Swing and I swing,
watch a movie on my screen
Got a chain and a ring,
and you know that I'm the king
Swing, swing, swing, swing,
movie, movie
String, string, got a chain and a ring
And you know that I'm the king
Swing, swing, swing, swing,
movie, movie
String, string, got a chain and a ring
And you know that I'm the king
I could freestyle that shit
And it's still sounding like it's written
Houston on my fitted
At the top where I'm sitting
I'm spitting out that fire
You know I ain't no liar
I'm 22 inch tire
Call me the sire
Nigga I smell like money
I be smelling like the damn bank
Run up on that lucky
You gon' hear the
Glock bang
I'm talking to
Texas
I'm a cold ass bitch, yeah
When they call to this microphone
You know I do that flexin'
Stuntin' hard on the boulevard
In a foreign car with a couple broad
Up in my hand, I've been the man
I took a picture on white sand
Ayy, I'm talkin' to
Texas
I'm talkin' to
Texas
I'm talkin' to
Texas
Nigga, nigga,
where you at? I'm the king of this shit
Do it, do it off the door,
but it still soundin' like it's written
I'm
Texas,
Texas
Girl, my dame, my niggas right here, ayy
I'm
Texas,
Texas
Verse two, let me get him, uh
Verse, verse two,
I come through and some new all chrome
Boys, boys tryin' to bro me and
they don't even know me
Do it, do it for my homie
Didn't, didn't make parole
Dressed it, dressed it
White, white
Coldest, coldest
Toe, toe
In the jail cell
And my niggas in the ground
Buried underneath
We gon' rip that ace tile
I do it off the head
I do it from the dawn
I be spittin' hard
On this fuckin' microphone
I do it off the head
I do it from the dawn
I be spittin' hard
I do it off the head, I do it from the dawn I be
spittin' hard on this fuckin' bomb
Ridin', ridin' on chrome,
25 inches high
Nookie,
Nookie, ain't gon' lie, I been flashin'
phone
Stayin' so dope, mouth full of gold
You know I'm gon' hold
when I crawl in toe -toe
Oh, man, the verse already done,
but I just begun
I'ma swing on
Antoine, got my handgun
in my damn stash
Fuck a stash, I got it sittin' on my lap
Ridin' in my lack, I'm a
Mack, I'm a player
All about my paper, I step out an alligator
Holler at you later, I don't roll on
Navigator
Roll a big roll, boy, I done told you