TexUS (Intro) lyrics

[Chorus-All]
Sexy b*tches love Cowboys
With the gang and we all tote loud toys
Play with that barrel from L Roy
He cap I don’t peep or don’t tell boy
I got fish skin boots I be walking on water
Cartier or the Rollie these diamond hit harder
I pull up and sh*t on they ass for talking
Them n*ggas can hate I’mma get it regardless

[Verse 1-That Mexican OT]
I hate being this guy but somebody gotta be him
I been praying for my haters boy I wouldn’t wanna be ‘em
Got your girl, been going ee eer, onomatopoeia
Got my yoppa without it she giving on some gonorrhoea
Got more stripes than a zebra
Leak a n*gga with millimeters
Imma beat it like Vagеta
The heater insidе my finger
Country boy sipping wok hard out a litre
Had to cut the dumb b*tch off for thinking that I need her
Told baby I’mma catch her with her mouth wide open
Hit the pus*y from the back, leave her vertebrae broken
Titties looking like swingers how them nipples be poking
Breaking bricks with my head while I’m counting up toast
Swingers in the wheelchair got me riding ‘round low
Peanut butter it like Batman and no I ain’t joking
You gon’ know it’s too late when my chopper has spoken
Right on
[Verse 2-D Flowers]
Pull up and hop out swiftly, hold on
Whole lot of gang members with me, hey
Employee of the month get busy
Now I’m hanging with your hoe like titties
I drop a bag on your fitted (Mhm)
Young n*ggas slide like some hitters (Ya dig?)
Bougie b*tch, I gotta ask if she did it
We the ones that got some racks in the sheets

[Chorus-All]
Sexy b*tches love Cowboys
With the gang and we all tote loud toys
Play with that barrel from L Roy
He cap I don’t peep or don’t tell boy
I got fish skin boots I be walking on water
Cartier or the Rollie these diamond hit harder
I pull up and sh*t on they ass for talking
Them n*ggas can hate I’mma get it regardless

[Verse 3-BigXThaPlug]
See I be out the way, I get bricks but I get ‘em gone
We ain’t taking no L’s we gon’ send ‘em home
Come from the bottom we solid, this set in stone
Step on the b*tch just to see what he really on
I fell off, now I’m back so it’s really on
Who you know start to rap, put his city on?
All of these n*ggas be cap put your fitted on
One to his top if he play, now his fitted gone
[Verse 4-OTB Fastlane]
Aye, plug hit a n*gga with a brick like Craig
Got a n*gga feeling like Deebo (Get him Craig)
Blow up the sh*t like C4
I can make a chick turn it down from zero
Pull up with heat, n*gga like Tyler Hero
Smoke ‘em like cancer, send ‘em to chemo
I hit on a pus*y and squirt in a [?]
Broke ass n*ggas can’t afford a free throw
Hey, bankroll size of BigX
I pull up with chicken like OT, n*gga (Aye)
n*gga ain’t even hot in your hood
But I can tell you right now they know me n*gga (Aye)
Step on sh*t but my feet they got burned
You changed on your people now how is you real?
I’m hitting this b*tch from the back and she “Ah, ah, ah, ah”
Her head in the pillow

[Chorus-All]
Sexy b*tches love Cowboys
With the gang and we all tote loud toys
Play with that barrel from L Roy
He cap I don’t peep or don’t tell boy
I got fish skin boots I be walking on water
Cartier or the Rollie these diamond hit harder
I pull up and sh*t on they ass for talking
Them n*ggas can hate I’mma get it regardless