"texas ranger" lyrics
(feat. RRoxket)
[Protect:]
Sticked up like Texas Ranger (If you not Ball Hog, then die)
Damn, I'm with ganger
Bye, ho, see you later
I'ma let my gun blow, I'm releasin' anger
Damn, I'm from Buffalo, how the fuck I make it?
I can't really trust a thot, all these hoes basic
They just want me for my guap, I just had to face it
He don't want no smoke for real, guess he couldn't take it
My twin gon' put belt to ass, he a real spanker
What the fuck you wanna do?
I could never trust a thot, I know all these bitches choose
Put a bag on your bro, put a bag on you
I'm in love with my B30s, but these Prada cups is cool
Raf Simons Nebraska sweater teal, it ain't blue
I would never fuck a city ho, posted up with goo
I just poured up some dirty shit, sour soda goo
You gotta be Ball Hog to fuckin' ride in my coupe
[RRoxket:]
Uh, I pour four in this, hell yeah, this ain't plain soda
Huh, I'm double R, somethin' like a Range Rover
Uh, it ain't nothin' around? Pour up in the cherry cola
Uh, and you spin that block, we shoot at them lil' Toyotas
Uh, lil' bro drivin' a hotbox, I'm paranoid
Uh, and my pockets filled with green shit, countin' yola
Uh, that switch will stretch a nigga ass just like yoga
Uh, lil' RRoxket slime a nigga just like King Cobra
Uh, and this ho, she give me brain, smart as hell like Oprah
Uh, lil' nigga on the field, Marcus Mariota
Uh, uh, shooter black as hell, look like he from Angola
Uh, my Perc' plug look like he from Ethiopia
Uh, we come to kill, better run when we approach you
Uh, I got kicked out the spot and I'm with them niggas, hold you
Uh, take another pill when my first pill geek over
Uh, M5, Perc' pill, same shape as oval
Uh, I can't put her in Chanel and not Fashion Nova
Uh, when I put racks in my pocket, it look like a folder
Uh, put the pint inside the fridge, keep the Tris colder
Uh, I'm scared to have no funds, I got broke-phobia
Uh, the trench coat, treat it like a stick holster
Uh, I catch an opp, put him on a big poster
[Protect:]
I'm gone flex on you, you know I'm a fuckin' boaster
I'ma strike him out like I'm a whole pro bowler
Pour up in the cream soda, not no Coca Cola
I got green on my damn body like a three leaf clover
Hella Dracos in this truck, play with gang, it's over
Posted in the A, I just made a song with gang
Sticked up like Texas Ranger (If you not Ball Hog, then die)
Damn, I'm with ganger
Bye, ho, see you later
I'ma let my gun blow, I'm releasin' anger
Damn, I'm from Buffalo, how the fuck I make it?
I can't really trust a thot, all these hoes basic
They just want me for my guap, I just had to face it
He don't want no smoke for real, guess he couldn't take it
My twin gon' put belt to ass, he a real spanker
What the fuck you wanna do?
I could never trust a thot, I know all these bitches choose
Put a bag on your bro, put a bag on you
I'm in love with my B30s, but these Prada cups is cool
Raf Simons Nebraska sweater teal, it ain't blue
I would never fuck a city ho, posted up with goo
I just poured up some dirty shit, sour soda goo
You gotta be Ball Hog to fuckin' ride in my coupe
[RRoxket:]
Uh, I pour four in this, hell yeah, this ain't plain soda
Huh, I'm double R, somethin' like a Range Rover
Uh, it ain't nothin' around? Pour up in the cherry cola
Uh, and you spin that block, we shoot at them lil' Toyotas
Uh, lil' bro drivin' a hotbox, I'm paranoid
Uh, and my pockets filled with green shit, countin' yola
Uh, that switch will stretch a nigga ass just like yoga
Uh, lil' RRoxket slime a nigga just like King Cobra
Uh, and this ho, she give me brain, smart as hell like Oprah
Uh, lil' nigga on the field, Marcus Mariota
Uh, uh, shooter black as hell, look like he from Angola
Uh, my Perc' plug look like he from Ethiopia
Uh, we come to kill, better run when we approach you
Uh, I got kicked out the spot and I'm with them niggas, hold you
Uh, take another pill when my first pill geek over
Uh, M5, Perc' pill, same shape as oval
Uh, I can't put her in Chanel and not Fashion Nova
Uh, when I put racks in my pocket, it look like a folder
Uh, put the pint inside the fridge, keep the Tris colder
Uh, I'm scared to have no funds, I got broke-phobia
Uh, the trench coat, treat it like a stick holster
Uh, I catch an opp, put him on a big poster
[Protect:]
I'm gone flex on you, you know I'm a fuckin' boaster
I'ma strike him out like I'm a whole pro bowler
Pour up in the cream soda, not no Coca Cola
I got green on my damn body like a three leaf clover
Hella Dracos in this truck, play with gang, it's over
Posted in the A, I just made a song with gang
