I'm a gat totin', pistol holding, texan in yo' damn street
Why that bih' keep texting? cause i'm flexing, in my white tee
I lean and I rock with it, she gon' drop wit' it
Meet me in the trap, it's going down, like Yung Joc in it
Lean wit' a soda, lean wit' my shoulder
Pop a bean, on the scene, and I mean, what I told ya'
I look clean in my white tee, this ain't no Nikes
Counting Bathing Ape, hell na', I ain't no hypebeast
I got shooter, while you talk on computers
I don't fight, I carry pipes, this a Glock, not a ruger
From the window, to the mothafuckin' wall
They be on my dick, I tell 'em don't forget my balls bitch
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