Dallas Blues! Lyrics

Take a look at the clock tick-tock tick-tock

All these dudes graphing they plot stop I was Making music to help my moms I got

Shot like Tupac New bottle pop egg no cock

She brown sweet soda pop Donuts in the lot Who would've thought

Came this far without being a thot Only sad Cause you got caught

No road head she on top While I drive I can't Nut I'm too high

223s with the scope leave your eye all blind

Can't see nothing but your lies inside your Mind

Dot the T's and cross the I's You dig in the Deeper hole and now you're

Tired cuffs on my wrist cause I tried

Dab on this shit now I'm fried

Uh fast food to fast moves I'm trying to make More money like old dude

I gambled in pool lost my temper too she blew Me like a flute I'm iced out but

Still a fool Only a handyman when I use this Tool

I fuck her on the stool call me a tutor Cause She giving head like a hooter hard

Like a ruler gang ties stuck in my head tumor

Sorry that

Ain't humor I'm not him though get my weed From Carlito

Fumando uh all these dudes tryna throw C-Cholo Let these dudes see YOLO

Jewelry White like Froyo can't pick up driving In a stolo

Acting like a hoto go ahead take a photo Cause I'm the GOAT Oh

Not a rat but still told So I knock him out like a Light he fold

Hanging out with fives and he still fold uh Woah

Don't get it twisted Just cause I'm chill don't Mean I'm not tight Fisted

Some snakes they hissing

Got me fucked up I'm pissing Got blades in they pocket they switching

Got shades on my rocket I'm flipping Got lean in my cup I'm sipping

Got weed in the blunt you know I'm hitting uh

no road head she on top while I drive I can't nut I'm too high

223s with the scope leave ya eye all blind

Can't see nothing but your lies inside your mind

Dot the Ts and cross the Is You digging a deeper hole and now you're tired

Cuffs on my wrist cause I tried Dab on this shit now I'm fried