War Wounds

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
Bankroll got it

I'm so cold, I can shoot a mosquito
Wings through a lil' peephole, I'm feelin' like a thug hero
So many war wounds from these wars, they probably think that I'm Emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my boots came straight from Nat Geo

I climbed off a horse, I jumped in the Porsche
OT, you from Texas? I tell 'em of course
I be deep in the country sippin' on the porch
Four pints of wockhardt I'ma pour up a quart
Yeah, I flow like a butterfly, sting like a bumblebee
Beat his bitch ass up, got him seeing double me
Bitch, I'ma hybrid, there ain't no other me
Smellin' like weed, but I'm lookin' like a money tree

Got ten bathrooms, I can shit all day
Crib so big playing ball in the hallway
They be telling me, "Rain, rain, better go away"
'Cause they know that these diamonds ain't no play-play (bling)
Diamonds be lookin' like a raindrop (drip, drip, drip)
I'ma knock off his tank top (fa-fa)
Give his ass a red paint job
I know the guns from China, it's singing K-Pop

Texas is in good hands, I'm Lone star made pimpin' (uh-ha, uh-ha)
If you feelin' foggy, you can go ahead and leap
'Cause I pull this bitch out and then rabbit
And for all of the dudes, save the dick riding for bitches
My choppa's a no good, thot with extensions
Runnin' from the money, got me feelin' like Emmitt
OT, boy, I love you
I say, "I can dig it"

I'm so cold, I can shoot a mosquito
Wings through a lil' peephole, I'm feelin' like a thug hero
So many war wounds from these wars, they probably think that I'm Emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my boots came straight from Nat Geo (Maxo, Maxo)

Persona Money gang 'til they put me in the dirt
Know a white boy shooter put a nigga in a hurt
Led Zeppelin, Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst
Tote a M16 like a shady verse
12 gauge buck shots like an African
Stomach gotta shit bad like a laxative
Sell crack to a cheese head, Green Ray to a weed head
Trap house like a packer fan

Gun for my racks sellin' k-pack xans
Shoot a Glock at the opps and the cops I ran
Smoking Afghan Kush out the Pakistan
I'ma break the bomb down like Baghdad
Dog food, same color as a Arab
Got skunk in the bag like a trash man
Switch on a heater
I put my dick on my blick, my Nina a trans man

This not a cat or a scat
Got a demon hawk track, I don't do no trans am
I'ma do the whole dash with the pedal to the metal
Young Max got crip, keep the flame like the devil
AR-15, like 415
Make it bang on the scene like the bass and the treble
Like wham-wham choppa go bam-bam
Flintstones servin' them pebbles come chupo mis huevos

I'm so cold I can shoot a mosquito
Wings through a lil' peephole, I'm feelin' like a thug hero
So many war wounds from these wars, they probably think that I'm Emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my boots came straight from Nat Geo

This H-Town, I'm straight now
'Cause I stay down, no games (no games)
Ain't no cartoons, these war wounds, it ain't never trusting no lame (never)
My check throwed, my neck cold 'cause I stay inside my bag (bag)
And my licence plate say Texas, so I'm slidin' by in my slab (let's go)
Might be one deep, like I'm Ro (Ro), yes, it's screwed up, so it's slow (slow)
Only two cups in that four (four), and that old school sit low (I swear)
Yes, I'm outta town with OT (OT), bad bitches, we low-key

I've been here, so they know me, and I'm everywhere your hoe be (hoe)
Tell 'em haters, "I'm back" (back), and them war wounds they fat (fat)
I got thick paint on that 'Lac ('Lac), and it's big buds in my sack (let's go)
Don Ke I'm on track (track) when I'm turnin' corners, I'm cold (cold)
With that bankroll on swole 'cause us real G's don't fold (what?)

I'm so cold, I can shoot a mosquito
Wings through a lil' peephole, I'm feelin' like a thug hero
So many war wounds from these wars, they probably think that I'm Emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my boots came straight from Nat Geo