Fort Worth

Shoutout citr3s, the producer, not the flavor I been gettin guala, I ain't worried bout the next man I been jerkin off with the same hand that shook his Look bitch, I ain't got no time for no f*ck shit Even when I party, flipping ounces in the function They sleep, I'm woke off a coke binge Knee deep in the streets off a couple xans F*ck friends, if I had one, I'd melly him (Murder on my mind) And I only wanna f*ck you if you celibate Spent half my damn life just selling shit I been kicking it with scumbags n crackheads (God damn) Only thing I never flipped, pussy and some meth Cause hoes gonna snitch, and the ice gonna melt Always lookin at me weird, I'm just sayin how I feel Lookin at me like a snack, hoe I'm tryna make a mil Shawty wanna f*ck a plug, she already know the deal When you got it like this, they gonna wanna cop a feel, aye Young man gettin money, lil hood lil hippie You a bird tho (You a bird tho) Woodgrain when I grip it, in a 84 cadi, it's a hearse tho (It's a hearse tho) And you know I'm still tipping down south, yuh I'm wrapped in vogues hoe (Vogues hoe) But if I ever die while I'm swangin', Imma need you bring my body Back to the funk with the trunk full Cause it's 817 till I rot in peace This is fort worth where we slang out the streets Scraping the curb then she scraping her knees If she praying to god then she praying to me Breaking their necks as I cruise down main street She was whipping her neck till I made it to beach Then I busted a bitch, seen her phone, seventeen Messages from her mans trippin cause she with me You a bitch tho, you so insecure, need a pimp hoe Know what f*ck it you about to be my first hoe You gonna fill the buckets, imma eat it first tho Roll my blunts n never hit em, you don't want smoke One of my top smells is gun smoke (Ahh) And you know my favorite felony is arson (ASHXS) Burn it all down like you're in your new home I heard the devil got a thing for us dope boys, aye Young man gettin money, lil hood lil hippie You a bird tho (You a bird tho) Woodgrain when I grip it, in a 84 cadi, it's a hearse tho (It's a hearse tho) And you know I'm still tipping down south, yuh I'm wrapped in vogues hoe (Vogues hoe) But if I ever die while I'm swangin', Imma need you bring my body Back to the funk with the trunk full Cause it's 817 till I rot in peace This is fort worth where we slang out the streets Scraping the curb then she scraping her knees If she praying to god then she praying to me Breaking their necks as I cruise down main street She was whipping her neck till I made it to beach Then I busted a bitch, seen her phone, seventeen Messages from her mans trippin cause she with me Yeah yeah, you a bitch tho I know it sucks man, like Your girl hanging out with a rapper n shit I don't even consider myself a rapper really So if it makes you feel any better Say your girl is hangin out with an artist