Every morning when I...
Every...
Look, look...
Every morning when I take a *, my feet layin' on some Gucci rugs
Pop out with my thugs
What's crackin' cuz?
Smokin' butter like some Thomas Schubert
It's okay if the first one misses, we got switches
42 on the big way sittin' and I throw his bitch ass for fishes
We got opps and we got bitches
We got thugas, we got glizzards
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that donut while I ain't askin' for permission
We got opps and we got bitches
We got thugas, we got glizzards
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that donut while I ain't askin' for permission
Ready to redemption, let's have us a do the clip
Look like a ruler, but I'm out of school
I been short of the scene and I'm changin' the mood
They be like OT, how do you do that?
I lift the cutter, make her move back
Give me a pistol, I'm too fat
Fight it, I'm not tryin' to do that
Made the whip go vroom and leave it flat
Take a trip out of Mexico, why need me trouble at all?
Johnny Depp on the scene, I'ma let it blow
Make his body spin just like a miracle
Got me tonked up just like a cereal
Deep in that water just like Nemo
* side, * gone deep
Thought she blow me up like C4
One load of clip and I'll reload
I'm Texas, man, that moon never change
Smokin', sippin', drank, I'm hoggin' lines
In the wild, buy the frame
Watch them mailbox swing, hit him where he think
With that big ol' thing
Be crackin' with the gang, I'll hit his thing
I'ma make him hit the height, then I'm grippin' on the grain
Every mornin' when I take a sip
My feet land on some Gucci rugs
Pop out with my thugs
What's crackin', cuz?
Smoked butter like some Tuna
Shoot it, it's okay if the first one misses
We got switches
42 on the big way sittin'
I throw his bitch ass in fishers
We got opps and we got bitches
We got thugas, we got glizzards
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that donut while I ain't askin' for permission
We got opps and we got bitches
We got thugas, we got glizzards
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that donut while I ain't askin' for permission
I'ma get out, work this blicky like I'm Postal
It's by any means
Niggas say they gangsta and they naughty
Don't be what it seems
Ass shot, no leg shot
Weigh head shot, face Maybelline
I don't give a * about who they with
I build, we clear the scene
Click the switch and get rid of this
I call it pipe em up
I done lost my feelings for bitches
But still gon' bust em up
I auction off my hoes
I * the baddies with they tummies tucked
Niggas steady hatin'
It ain't major, they ain't movin' none
There's reasons why they hatin'
If they not mean you ain't doin' none
I done told the bros when I get hot
We gon' put twenty up
And I ain't talkin' bands
I'm talkin' tots
But you can work for us
But you gotta be kin to these threes
So you can't thug with us
I told em
And I ain't gotta say this * again
I'm controllin'
Everything that's out here comin' from my mans
When they blow it
I'ma stand on all my business
Like I'm Postal when I'm trollin'
And all these niggas dyin' if we slidin' on they hoes
And when I take a sip
My feet land on some Gucci rubs
Pop out with my thugs
What's crackin' cuz?
Smoked butter like some Thomas Schroeder
It's okay who the first one misses
We got switches
42 on the big way sittin'
And I throw his bitch ass with fishes
We got opps and we got bitches
We got thugas, we got glizzards
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that donut
Why I ain't askin' for permission?
We got opps and we got bitches
We got thugas, we got glizzards
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that donut
Why I ain't askin' for permission?