Fort Worth
Shoutout citr3s, the producer, not the flavor
I been gettin guala, i ain't worried bout the next man
I been jerkin off with the same hand that shook his
Look bitch, i ain't got no time for no fuck shit
Even when i party, flipping ounces in the function
They sleep, im woke off a coke binge
Knee deep in the streets off a couple xans
Fuck friends, if i had one, id melly him (murder on my mind)
And i only wanna fuck you if you celibate
Spent half my damn life just sellin shit
I been kickin it with scumbags n crackheads (god damn)
Only thing i never flipped, pussy and some meth
Cause hoes gonn snitch, and the ice gonn melt
Always lookin at me weird, i'm just sayin how i feel
Lookin at me like a snack, hoe i'm tryna make a mil
Shawty wanna fuck a plug, she already know the deal
When you got it like this, they gonn wanna cop a feel, aye
Young man gettin money, lil hood lil hippie
You a birdddd tho (you a birdddd tho)
Woodgrain when i grip it,
in a 84 cadi Issa hearseeee tho (it's a hearseeee tho)
And you know i'm still tippin down south, yuh
I'm wrapped in voooogues hoe (vogues hoe)
But if ever die while im swangin imma need you bring my body
Back to the funk with the trunk full
Cause it's 817 till i rot in peace
This is fort worth where we slang out the streets
Scraping the curb then she scrapin her knees
If she prayin to god then she prayin to me
Breaking their necks as i cruise down main street
She was whippin her neck till i made it to beach
Then i busted a bitch, seen her phone, seventeen
Messages from her mans trippin cause she with me
You a bitch tho. you so insecure, need a pimp hoe
Know what fuck it you about to be my first hoe
You gonna fill the buckets, imma eat it first tho
Roll my blunts n never hit em, you don't want smoke
One of my top smells is gun smoke (ahh)
Burn it all down like you're in your new home
I heard the devil got a thing for us dope boys, aye
Young man gettin money, lil hood lil hippie
You a birdddd tho (you a birdddd tho)
Woodgrain when i grip it,
in a 84 cadi Issa hearseeee tho (it's a hearseeee tho)
And you know i'm still tippin down south, yuh
I'm wrapped in voooogues hoe (vogues hoe)
But if ever die while im swangin imma need you bring my body
Back to the funk with the trunk full
Cause it's 817 till i rot in peace
This is fort worth where we slang out the streets
Scraping the curb then she scrapin her knees
If she prayin to god then she prayin to me
Breaking their necks as i cruise down main street
She was whippin her neck till i made it to beach
Then i busted a bitch, seen her phone, seventeen
Messages from her mans trippin cause she with me
Yeah yeah, you a bitch tho
I know it sucks man, like
Your girl hanging out with a rapper n shit
I don't even consider myself a rapper really
So if it makes you feel any better
Say your girl is hangin out with an artist
I been gettin guala, i ain't worried bout the next man
I been jerkin off with the same hand that shook his
Look bitch, i ain't got no time for no fuck shit
Even when i party, flipping ounces in the function
They sleep, im woke off a coke binge
Knee deep in the streets off a couple xans
Fuck friends, if i had one, id melly him (murder on my mind)
And i only wanna fuck you if you celibate
Spent half my damn life just sellin shit
I been kickin it with scumbags n crackheads (god damn)
Only thing i never flipped, pussy and some meth
Cause hoes gonn snitch, and the ice gonn melt
Always lookin at me weird, i'm just sayin how i feel
Lookin at me like a snack, hoe i'm tryna make a mil
Shawty wanna fuck a plug, she already know the deal
When you got it like this, they gonn wanna cop a feel, aye
Young man gettin money, lil hood lil hippie
You a birdddd tho (you a birdddd tho)
Woodgrain when i grip it,
in a 84 cadi Issa hearseeee tho (it's a hearseeee tho)
And you know i'm still tippin down south, yuh
I'm wrapped in voooogues hoe (vogues hoe)
But if ever die while im swangin imma need you bring my body
Back to the funk with the trunk full
Cause it's 817 till i rot in peace
This is fort worth where we slang out the streets
Scraping the curb then she scrapin her knees
If she prayin to god then she prayin to me
Breaking their necks as i cruise down main street
She was whippin her neck till i made it to beach
Then i busted a bitch, seen her phone, seventeen
Messages from her mans trippin cause she with me
You a bitch tho. you so insecure, need a pimp hoe
Know what fuck it you about to be my first hoe
You gonna fill the buckets, imma eat it first tho
Roll my blunts n never hit em, you don't want smoke
One of my top smells is gun smoke (ahh)
Burn it all down like you're in your new home
I heard the devil got a thing for us dope boys, aye
Young man gettin money, lil hood lil hippie
You a birdddd tho (you a birdddd tho)
Woodgrain when i grip it,
in a 84 cadi Issa hearseeee tho (it's a hearseeee tho)
And you know i'm still tippin down south, yuh
I'm wrapped in voooogues hoe (vogues hoe)
But if ever die while im swangin imma need you bring my body
Back to the funk with the trunk full
Cause it's 817 till i rot in peace
This is fort worth where we slang out the streets
Scraping the curb then she scrapin her knees
If she prayin to god then she prayin to me
Breaking their necks as i cruise down main street
She was whippin her neck till i made it to beach
Then i busted a bitch, seen her phone, seventeen
Messages from her mans trippin cause she with me
Yeah yeah, you a bitch tho
I know it sucks man, like
Your girl hanging out with a rapper n shit
I don't even consider myself a rapper really
So if it makes you feel any better
Say your girl is hangin out with an artist
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Writer(s): Coltyn Safford
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