TEXAS TEA
(Part 1)
(Intro)
I’m finna rock her
I’m finna rock her
I’m finna rock her
I’m finna-
I’m finna rock her
I’m finna rock her, rock her
Rock her
(Verse)
I’m finna rock her, rock her
Pour up some vodka, vodka
Walk in the room and she naked
Oh what a shocker, shocker
I know she ready, she ready
Ain’t like these other girls petty
Baby come fuck with a legend
If you die you go to Heaven
I wake you up at like 7, then we going back to sexing
We got the deepest connection, don’t even need to be texting
I know you miss me, I do too
Two minute quickie, no noodle
I’m in the back of the hoopty, my niggas riding to Boosie
I remember 6th floor, we were so young and so innocent
Now we’re so restless, we became so vigilant
I’m mixing the medicine, I pour up the four again
I’m trying to stop but swear that shit keep on calling me
(Chorus)
She keep on calling me, but I won’t pick up the phone
She keep on calling me, but Imma leave it alone
(Part 2)
(Hook)
Went through a lot of shit, still came for commissary
Ran up a couple checks, college bitch on my dick
Counting up a couple hundreds and they’re not counterfeit
Hundred band, I’m the man, who is he? Just a fan
Shawty blow me like a fan
See me can’t touch me like hologram
Nigga too sus like Juwanna Mann
Clean up the streets like trashcan man
Imma do what I want, these niggas they do what they can
(Verse)
Nigga he do what he can
Niggas still kicking them cans
Niggas ain’t going nowhere, doing that running man
I done gave that bitch my bands
Now she gon dip like tea
This ain’t WWE, niggas still can’t see me
Trynna cool down that heat
Still wanted by the police
Marijuana on my fleece
Positive when I pee
My bitch good physique
Spend my advance on a new Philippe
Bust down on my bitch
Plain Jane on my freak
300 bitches like I’m Lil Reese
Getting that queso, getting that quiche
Stupid lil nigga so goddamn niche
Strong arm steady bitch I got reach
Niggas ain’t getting my feature
My girl got good features
(Hook)
Went through a lot of shit, still came for commissary
Ran up a couple checks, college bitch on my dick
Counting up a couple hundreds and they’re not counterfeit
Hundred band, I’m the man, who is he? Just a fan
Shawty blow me like a fan
See me can’t touch me like hologram
Nigga too sus like Juwanna Mann
Clean up the streets like trashcan man
Imma do what I want, these niggas they do what they can