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(Baby Goat in this bitch) fucking with Texas
You fucking with the best
Fucking with Texas, you fucking with the best
Fucking with Texas, you fucking with the best
Fucking with Texas, you fucking with the best
Fucking with Texas, you fucking with the best
Fucking with Texas, you fucking with the best
Fucking with Texas, you fucking with the best
Fucking with Texas, you fucking with the best
AP Rollie, bustdown Patek, this shit here come one-of-one (walk down, walk down)
I be out in Houston, Texas, posted like J Prince or somethin'
I got put on, still got my own cash
Lil' nigga, I'll fuck around and show you somethin'
Stuff a lot of cash up in the Goyard bag
Leave a hole in a nigga like a hole in one
Country nigga, had dirty clothes, but still got rich like Master P
I rock designer clothes and fuck these hoes and keep the bowls for cheap
You shot more shots than Ja Morant, you move just like you Pistol Pete
Teach niggas how to walk down, leave him chalked down
Gotta use your hands and feet (Walk down, walk down)
Ooh, walk it down
Marry the street, I might get her a ring
The bustdown Rollies and Benzes, and Pateks
Bitch, fuck your pappy, you know what I mean?
Ooh, hit his ass, no lackin'
A young, rich shooter in Chrome Heart jeans, ooh
The money, I gotta have it, I'm stuffin' these racks inside the mattress
Young niggas do car jackin', can't solve this murder, no Roger Rabbit, uh
Dope strong like Randy Savage, this March Madness, nah, I better not pass it
Big-ass gun, my pants saggin', he wax on, then my mans lap him
Fuckin' different hoes and I'm with Baby Goat
He can alley-oop it, I'ma still pass it
Uh, show me what you do for this bustdown, this bitch real nasty
All my life, I slept in a trap house, now I live classy
AP Rollie, bustdown Patek, this shit here come one-of-one (walk down, walk down)
I be out in Houston, Texas, posted like J Prince or somethin'
I got put on, still got my own cash
Lil' nigga, I'll fuck around and show you somethin'
Stuff a lot of cash up in the Goyard bag
Leave a hole in a nigga like a hole in one
Country nigga, had dirty clothes, but still got rich like Master P
I rock designer clothes and fuck these hoes and keep the bowls for cheap
You shot more shots than Ja Morant, you move just like you Pistol Pete
Do it, and one, nigga
Walk down, walk down
(I got a Christmas Rose, know what I'm sayin'?)