Texas lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah it's me oh Ight (Mmm eh ahh)
(CashMoneyAp)
What I say ayy (Mmm mmmmm mmmm)
NLE (Mmm) Top Shotta
(Yeah eh yeah, yeah)
NLE the Top Shotta (Shotta)
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Qaeda)
What you say? (Huh ohh)

[Verse 1:]
I was riding round the city, I was clutching on a nine (On a nine)
These n*ggas say they want some beef, I upped the pole and let off nine (Uhh)
Ayy b*tch I’m clutching on my ratchet, on Gino I'm never lying (Nooo)
I put that pole up in his face, and then I knock out his mind
They never knowing what I'm going through, or knowing what I’m gonna do (They never uh uh oh oh)
I put the beam on the Glock, then I aim it right at you (Yeah)
I'm nеver speaking on my dirt n*gga, you know that's what rats do (Yeah)
That's how a n*gga gеt that time, and you locked up in shackles (Ayy)
My n*gga gon up out the H (Yeah), and he just caught another case (Yeah)
I'm praying for him everyday, cause he just tryna make a way (Yeah)
They telling me to stay up out the way, they want a n*gga safe (yeah)
But I'm riding with this glizzy, and this dirty K
I got this Glock up on my waist (Huh), I swear to God that I'm face it (Oh)
That n*gga say he want some smoke, I swear to God that I'ma lace him (Yeah)
Tied up my sneaks, and I’m running every time that the jakes come (Huh)
Just like the end of the pencil, I’m trying to erase him
[Chorus:]
I told the judge, I did nothing wrong (I did nothing)
If he was in my position, he would keep his chrome (Gon keep his)

[Post-Chorus:]
They got my n*gga locked up in cages (Ayy)
Ayy, They tryna slave him (They tryna slave him)
They still ain't sentenced that n*gga (Never sentenced)
That took the life from Trayvon (ohhh)

[Verse 2:]
I’m off of three x pills, Rest In Peace to Josh
I put my momma up in hell, never told her that I'm sorry (Yeah, yeah)
I saw my young n*gga get shot, I got a lot of stories (Yeah)
It's danger outside, better stay up in the house like you Cory (Yeah)
And if I got the shot, I'ma shoot it like I’m Corey (Ohhh)
I was down bad, didn't have a p*ssing pot now I see glory
Lord bless me please, I hope I make it up to 40 (Yeah)
Cuz I know a lot of pus*y n*ggas that wanna extort me (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas hated cuz I got the bag, and that I came up
b*tch you never think I'm lacking, cuz I always got that thang tucked (No, no, no, noo)
Like a slave I'ma hit em, then I swear to God I hang him
If you really gang-banging, n*gga come and toss your fingers
Caught him lacking at the yellow light, he ain't make it to the red
b*tch I'm traumatized up inside, shootouts running through my head
I got the Glock under the pillow, but the Draco it's under the bed
I don't wanna go under, I'ma shoot him in the head
[Chorus:]
I told the judge, I did nothing wrong (Told the judge, I did nothing)
If he was in my position, he would keep his chrome (If he was in my position, you would keep yo chrome)

[Outro:]
Ayy, ayy don't fold me, because I tote my thing (My thing)
It's a jungle out here, you gotta keep that thing (Gotta keep those things)
My momma saying that's she worrying about me (She worrying)
But I keep that iron like Ironing (Ironing yeah)