Letras
She aint gotta choose me, Im chosen
Good smoke on me, Im floatin
You aint gotta fuck me I'm Golden
Fell in love wit my teeth, bought roses
Waved up like Pensacola
This fa Savvy & Hector, hol up
30 joints deep, naw yawl can't hold us
Wit a bag a dat loud and a Pepsi Cola
Smokin bows, them Texas pokas
Big Elbows Texas pokas
Lean & Sprite that's Texas Soda
I don sip no more, lets Texas roll up
Blockboy, in a Rover
My heart cold like Minnesota
Tryna fill my chest wit a Diamond Choker
Tryna fill her mouth with all my soldiers
Can't trust a bitch, kicked to da curb
Whatever I drive, big body, i swerve
Know dat I'm solid, it's fuxk wat ya heard
Took my last case without sayin a word
20/g to dem boys in da burbs
Shortin da pack when they get on my nerves
Tell all my niggas I'm goin to class
But really I'm jus in here makin some serves
Once I roll up dis doja
Take off... gone
Swisher aint sign me, I had to move on
Locked in wit my squad, all in my zone
Will you please tell yo bitch to quit calling my phone
She prolly hoping I toss her da bone
Im in da 6, pullin smoke through my nose
Only papers HighLow for my cone
Cant remember the strain, but its Hercules strong
Smoke yo bitch out.... tell her to go
She was too lit.... Im finna smoke
Thought she was cool.... guess that's a no
Once I kick her ass out
Ima roll up some mo
Joint in my mouth
Roach on the floor
Chicken scratchin my brand
Putting raps in my phone