346 BeatKing (Ft. Z-Ro)

C3, bitch

[Intro: BeatKing]
Hol up, bitch
Ima one take this so if I fuck up press spacebar
Hol up

Texas Hammers

[Chorus: BeatKing]
Hood nigga, all about my dough (hol up, bitch)
Never ever ever let a nigga play me like a ho (no)
Never let a bitch hit a lick (I can't do it)
I can't give a bitch shit, but she can suck a nigga dick, ayy (woo)
I'm from H-Town, where niggas jack (hol up, bitch, ayy)
Never leave your house without your motherfuckin strap
You just got that red, it ain't no more ac (no more [?])
Ayy, mix it with the Xans, she gon throw that pussy back

Man, Beatking...

[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Everything I got, I got it slow (hol up)
Never asked nobody for nothing, couldn't be nobody ho, ayy
Studewood Texas, that's that north (ayy, ayy)
Money on my mind, my dick in your ho mouth, ayy
Club Godzilla, bitch I swoop through (skrt skrt)
Bad bitch with me, and my coupe blue (skrt skrt)
She gon fuck me, and my crew too
She don't need no hands like a Bluetooth (Club God)
Hold up, bitch pop a Perc, watch what it do to me (ooh)
Cut a fuck nigga off, that shit ain't new to me (yeah)
Trunk disturbing the peace, just like Luda be
You ain't talking money, then you talking screw to me