Texaco lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, n*gga
Metro Boomin, you want some motherf*cking more, n*gga?

Step full of alcohols, look at my jewels
Ayy, I'm fresh as f*ck, I'm looking casual
Can't walk with that b*tch, why? 'Cause she's ran through
I got all Grants and Benjis, I don't f*ck with Samuel
I'm a boss, b*tch, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Hit up Louis dot-com, order my dog some sandals
My dog get the b*tches, yeah, more than you
You think it's WWF, how my chopper slam you
You want me to cop a foreign, well, I need a hundo
I think my nine off the Xans, and I ain't talking Rondo

I need me a ho from Brazil, a ho from Mexico
I just passed the ho some Kleenex, I won't bless a ho
Want a Grammy, yea,h yeah, b*tch, I get young and reckless ,ho
Meet me at the Shell 'cause I don't f*ck with Texaco, no