Texaco

Aye what up Metro Metro? Hey You see me doing my thang This shit don't change Hating on me ain't gonna solve a damn thing They loving the lingo They down with the Lang They f*ck with a nigga Right straight off the face I ain't rushing perfection I stick to my pace I don't f*ck with these niggas I stick to myself I ain't chasing these bitches Ain't chasing no liquor I'm chasing my chances You could be my victim Dropping more niggas them Columbine Hitting your bitch just like Gangnam style It will be alright in due time Just roll the dice I'm tryna get to Dubai And Abu Dabi escape all the Choppers choppers cause they Knocking niggas down like Pakistan No boxing got 100 rounds Can't be stagnant got 100 sounds Ain't no telling what a nigga like me a do I like my blunt real fat I like my cup full I like my girl real thick I like to drive coupes I let her drive real fast Just like she should do Ebliarmy call me Yomi for short I'mma smoke this whole cig I ain't bussing you shorts South side nigga finesse you on your porch Look at your sacks your grams just Came up short just in case We come face to face nigga Anticipate I'll even catch the case You can't be mad at me At the end of the day I'm tryna get the money some way Let these bitches know And all these niggas know Too I'm clutch all through the gold Brand Marshall go-to I work with you on phonin' fo' But look you pop too much I said, boy I'm pure perfection I be passin' what that rush I been on my shit, I'm back again Just a few more birds bitch Bossy rockin' shows now Still be forgetting words and shit Went to MIA tried Alapier, coulda went MIA Met this bitch, I love her Forgot her name and fucking face My whole set need bar-for bar Battling on Xan' shit Attitude remind me of late-90s McMahon shit My whole set need bar-for bar Battling on Xan' shit Attitude remind me of late-90s McMahon shit Bitch