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We From Texas
BigXthaPlug
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Rizzoo Rizzoo
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(Yo, Ben)
Rizzoo, Rizzoo, cutting up
Pour the mud before I even brush my teeth (brush my teeth)
Pull up like a diaper 'cause he think I'm sweet (uh)
Bitches sweatin' me like my name is Keith
You know he shoot like the wave, ridin' with the heat
Pockets full of blues like BX, put me in the set
I'll sneak the tool up on the boat, all private jet
You want the ARP, the Glock with the switch, or the TEC?
Ridin' 'round in a Ferrari like a horse with some tech
This Gen do tricks, disappear, hocus-pocus
Every time I make another ten, I just get focused
Man, this chick love my sauce, she comin' back like it's loaded
You with the hoop for your jewelry, man, that's your lil' boat
I can't beef, let the racks talk, we'll pass her when the track talk
Man, these niggas goin' broke, now they ain't got shit to rap on
Put your bitch up in the lot, make her quit, tap off
I'm on my grind now, I can't sit and be asked on
Pocket swole, Margiela face with the lean, poured an eight
Pray every day that drip and go and beat his case
Drive the car like Jeff Gordon Rizzo, damn, you in the race
Wrist full of yellow diamonds, hurt their eyes like mace
I was a badass, snotty nose, stealin' out the Conoco
I was on a piece, then stealin' from the Domino
Rockin' all the Yellowstones, broke a bitch on Yellowstone
She handed me the fee, she was a badass yellowbone
Hey, catch you mugging my nigga
Catch a new case, get this bag, then go do the race
Hey, these fuck niggas ain't havin' no rank
And they really ain't steppin', these niggas is fake
If he reach for my chain, he get shot in the face
Throw the Glock in the river, ain't leavin' no trace
I can say that I'm havin' that shit, but you can't
'Cause you ain't runnin' up like 10K every day
Got a phone call, that's a whole 'nother play
We the wave and the rest of these boys in the way
I'm the type that'll spit in a bitch-nigga face
If he ain't tryna punch, I'ma slide with the K
You the type that'll tell if you go on a stain
Nigga know where I'm from, we don't mention no name
I remember them days I was locked in the cage
In the race, now I'm in the free world gettin' paid
These niggas' bitches be stalkin' my page
Niggas lame, they gon' die for this lil' bit of fame
Gon' cut out his tongue if he mention my name
When we catch him, we might just send him out of space
Bobo he a demon, it's all in his face
He ain't get it in blood, he gon' take out his brain
These diamonds so icy, feel like Johnny Dang
And this chopper go "shh," 'cause we silenced the Dracs, ay
Pocket swole, Margiela face with the lean, poured an eight
Pray every day that drip and go and beat his case
Drive the car like Jeff Gordon Rizzo, damn, you in the race
Wrist full of yellow diamonds, hurt their eyes like mace
I was a badass, snotty nose, stealin' out the Conoco
I was on a piece, then stealin' from the Domino
Rockin' all the Yellowstones, broke a bitch on Yellowstone
She handed me the fee, she was a badass yellowbone (she's hot)
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