Texaco ft. Jmo 2Times & Tha X-Mann Lyrics

Smokin' on that Texaco Lil shorty don't know me, but she lovin' how

I'm flexin' though, yeah Let's hit Mexico, throw it at me, baby, I'ma

Catch it like I'm Plexigo Nike on me, swish, How I'm checkin' hoes

Got it out the mud, but I'm fresher than the reverend ho

Lil baby a dove, youngin' sick, I got the antidote

I'ma eat her up, lil shorty sweeter than some cantaloupe

Baby, drop it low with me, ain't talkin' Barry Manilow

Pull up Rick James, bitch, I'm rich, finna let her go

On to better things, that'll change if I can't have you

Shorty just won a wedding ring, I ain't in the mood

Rather bag a couple bands then giddy up, I'm on the move

Feelin' like I'm 52, how I'm in the fuckin' groove

Oh, you ain't get that well, then it wasn't one for you

Came up like the jungle book, youngin' was raised with animals

Smokin' on that Thrax, this shit is smackin' like a cannonball

Goin' toe-to-toe, gon' get you eat up, bitch, I'm Hannibal

With the gang, we operate so smooth, it's mechanical

I'm just here right now for a check, then I gotta go

Whenever we show up, he turn the pussy like McGonagall

I'm tryna hit the islands and the tropics, that's Galapagos

Bad lil' Spanish bitch, she stay in the barrio

I'ma hit that pussy two times, then it's adios

Unless she tryna rock the mic and add lip on my audio

Smokin' on that Texaco, lil' shorty don't know me

But she lovin' how I'm flexin, though, yeah

Let's hit Mexico, throw it at me, baby

I'ma catch it like I'm Plexigo

Nike on me, swish, How I'm checkin' hoes

Got it out the mud, but I'm fresher than the reverend ho

Lil' baby a dove, youngin' sick, I got the antidote

I'ma eat her up, lil' shorty sweeter than some cantaloupe

Baby, drop it low on me, ain't talkin' Barry Manilow

I'm quarantine, clean, don't touch me if you is coughin

If these niggas plottin, we gonna pull up, it's on sight like a key, man, we lockin

I'm bout to murder this track, somebody go pull out a coffin

I'm in a room full of winners, the trophy is earned in the hours that no one is watchin(Gold on my wrist)

That's perfect timing, put my thumb in her ass now she cryin

These niggas cappin' no kings, cause they lyin

You niggas needin' some guidance, flippin' the twenties to hundreds to thousands

Look at us now, man we stylin

Bitch, she's gettin' ran through like a motherfuckin' mileage

Onomatopoeia is first to go diamond

Me and Jmo got head from your lady

Only cause her head game crazy, bust on her face, now her cheeks look pasty

Look like the bitch ate gravy, stay with the gang, so salute like the Navy

And that's just for your safety, your bitch on my dick, and she wanna have my baby

She addicted like the crack in the 80s

Diamonds dancin' like B2K, stackin' up chips like Frito-Lay

Runnin' laps with these raps in a relay

On a new chapter, you not on the same page

Meanin' that we are not on the same thing

I don't want a penny, bitch, you can keep the change

I'ma put Tha X-Mann on display

Aimin' for the stars, cause I got a long range

Smokin' on that Texaco, lil' shorty don't know me

But she lovin' how I'm flexin' though

Let's hit Mexico, throw it at me, baby

I'ma catch it like I'm Plexigo

Nike on me, swish, how I'm checkin' hoes

Got it out the mud, but I'm fresher than the Reverend Ho

Lil' baby a dove, young and sick, I got the antidote

I'ma eat her up, lil' shorty sweeter than some cantaloupe

Baby, drop it low, on me, ain't talkin' Barry Manilow