[Intro]
Yeah fresh out that program
You can't even have your bed unmade
You get smoked
State of Texas don't want a nigga to come home
You feel me but I just made parole
[Chorus]
I can't help play these hoes
They movies play the role
Ya'll wasn't fucking with me
Way upstate until I made parole
(?) street I can pave the road
Judge by my packages with savages
And Lil basic hoes
Still got open cases though
I gotta chase the dough
Hat
Fuck I need a razor for
Bitch what I'm shaving for
Dress cover the tattoos on cuz face
Thеy can't say its bro
[Verse 1:]
I can't let cuz be the boss
Or post him on my pagе no more
He too trigger happy
He don't think he don't even change his clothes
He just up the pole
On Grape he up the score
Niggas mad we in they hood
With better dope and better quotes
OT niggas think we slow but
They don't think we know
Steady talking like these rappers like we fascinated nigga know
Some of these niggas gangsta though
We the model want the smoke
Cops us henchman and
So he don't feel gotta speed
You let em know it ain't yo ho
Comeback with some whistle blow
You tell you how this should go
You fake like you don't have the Ps
Until they'll be at the door
The plug is not the plug cause you the plug
That's just how it should go
Tell Missouri I'm from Memphis for protection though
They can head in Atlanta and gas up at the Texaco
Aight eight percs white this come from Mexico
Fentynal took over and you overdose
I go by a different in every city that I go
Might get a
All about my bread about my butter
Burna by the stove
Back roll come
Five years ago on grape I don't know how
Lil mama rolling
Brush teeth and gargle scope
I just know she went hard for bro
She with jason though
I'm like how she know my name
We icy because we never froze
He want to make a chapter of the hood
Who banging baby locs
That's how you get indicted
So a nigga had to tell him no
If he ever see me on TV act like he ain't the bro
If I get a fucking Grammy don't you clap
Or hit my shows
This an operation occupation
That can get us to the stations
I just got off vacation I don't wanna go
I just made parole
Fresh out six month out big chetto lex lugar in this bitch yeah
Yeah fresh out that program
You can't even have your bed unmade
You get smoked
State of Texas don't want a nigga to come home
You feel me but I just made parole
[Chorus]
I can't help play these hoes
They movies play the role
Ya'll wasn't fucking with me
Way upstate until I made parole
(?) street I can pave the road
Judge by my packages with savages
And Lil basic hoes
Still got open cases though
I gotta chase the dough
Hat
Fuck I need a razor for
Bitch what I'm shaving for
Dress cover the tattoos on cuz face
Thеy can't say its bro
[Verse 1:]
I can't let cuz be the boss
Or post him on my pagе no more
He too trigger happy
He don't think he don't even change his clothes
He just up the pole
On Grape he up the score
Niggas mad we in they hood
With better dope and better quotes
OT niggas think we slow but
They don't think we know
Steady talking like these rappers like we fascinated nigga know
Some of these niggas gangsta though
We the model want the smoke
Cops us henchman and
So he don't feel gotta speed
You let em know it ain't yo ho
Comeback with some whistle blow
You tell you how this should go
You fake like you don't have the Ps
Until they'll be at the door
The plug is not the plug cause you the plug
That's just how it should go
Tell Missouri I'm from Memphis for protection though
They can head in Atlanta and gas up at the Texaco
Aight eight percs white this come from Mexico
Fentynal took over and you overdose
I go by a different in every city that I go
Might get a
All about my bread about my butter
Burna by the stove
Back roll come
Five years ago on grape I don't know how
Lil mama rolling
Brush teeth and gargle scope
I just know she went hard for bro
She with jason though
I'm like how she know my name
We icy because we never froze
He want to make a chapter of the hood
Who banging baby locs
That's how you get indicted
So a nigga had to tell him no
If he ever see me on TV act like he ain't the bro
If I get a fucking Grammy don't you clap
Or hit my shows
This an operation occupation
That can get us to the stations
I just got off vacation I don't wanna go
I just made parole
Fresh out six month out big chetto lex lugar in this bitch yeah
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