TEXAS MAYNE (with 8Ball Baby) Lyrics

Yeah, I'm feelin' this one right here, nah nah nah, let that one play, know what I'm talkin

bout

Shit, it's the 4-8 bar, baby, let's get it, fuck it, let's get it

Ayy, on Vintage, you are blessed

You need to know when I blow the dro, my cup muddy, drippin' on the flow

Had a couple hoes turn into foes, all my players old, I was gettin' chose

Hoes look the fuck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park

Now she amazed by the way I top up a choppa screw while I'm bangin' hard

It's a Texas thing when I swing and bang, had a Cadillac with that wide frame

Now I grip the great and hoes love to main, now I'm blacked out, nigga, like I'm Bruce Wayne

For a little change, I done did a strange, and I'm makin' calls like I'm Major Payne

If you want the villain, I'm the one to blame, cause money blowin' like a hurricane

I don't fuck them twins, but they not the same, one's Mary Jane and she on a cane

The other hoe, well, she a freakin' freak, she got a nigga, but she love to cheat

She said, R, kill me when you take a leak, I said, shut the fuck up, cause this shit is weak

Strip it down and let me take a peak, I'm a dicky bitch, stand ass every week

Then I let her go, control, alt, delete, she got a weird fetish like to fuck her feet

But my Halloween bitch love to trick for treats with some bifocals lookin' like a geek

I hear this nigga takin' little feet, bitch, I want it all, so I'ma play it for keeps

Sometime I say some shit that they gotta bleep, I'ma throw a brief, stack it up, I weep

Bet, run it up

Now I'm on this track, my heart set, don't take no flack

Not the button that don't hit the backboard

You gonna get sacked on the 50, with a whiskey in the Lambo

Yeah, I'm drifty, it ain't risky, this be crispy

Yeah, don't throw the game of frisbee, yeah, she frisky

She got tipsy, I got fans just like them swifties

I been ballin' since I was 15, if I reach court, be found guilty

Of murderin', never been so quickly flyin

Car, you can call me Chitty, Chitty

Bang, bang, now I'm spittin' slang

Slang with my boy Andrew Jang, and I'm ridin' with the gang

We be mixin' like Yin-Yang, perfect duo, call me Scott Lang

I just gave your girl a call, and I left her on rang

I'm the conqueror, I got the face blue just like Kang

If you ain't on my side, then you can walk the plank

Six shots in the chamber, I ain't drawin' any blanks

I got a homicide limit, you can call it my kill tank

Hit, round, side, flank, now you about to taste the pavement

Oh, but now you drank, chillin' in Frank

Fort, you just sank, in the floor, you know, it ain't a prank

NYC friends, homeboy like LeBlanc

Venomous snakes, get bit by fangs

You ain't got jewels, cause I just made them shrink

I'm at the top, and I'm breakin' all the ranks

You know everything bigger, you can call it Texas made

You smack me around, but I didn't feel a thang

She just left my house, your hoe, you know she thank

Cause she so swing, you know I break the bank

With them hundreds, I know you know

If it's with some drugs, gotta overdose

You got loved ones, that I wanna know

We the young bugs, only way to go up, and then comes

The rain and flow, she a dumb, stuck on the flow

And on the stick, my flow so sick, yeah, she so thick

I'm really slick, she took the brick, gonna be on TikTok

Yeah, that's the kick, my life just like a flick

A fire runnin' on a whip, like John, you hear the click

You done, you seen this stick, the gun in chamber six

I took a lick, and so did she, this ain't a trick

Yeah, I'm so quick, got you like Frick, or Fetch

You know that you're a stretch, so retch, right from you

You French, but I Frenched your hoe in sweats, she drenched

You sketch, while I'm a legend in flesh and bones

And on the throne, you've thrown out ideas, you've grown

It ain't unknown that you've been blown

I'm in the zone, so you no loner, you foreprone

Don't use that tone when I'm on the phone

Is that your scent, you gotta own

That you be bent, and it's cologne

Bark fast like wind, call me cyclone

Fix it in post, shout out Malone

You a ghost by a lens, condone

I'm shooting shots, and I ain't alone

Yeah, ate the goat, and you just got owned