Hey, I wasn't playing.
You're calling me thugs from hell now.
Dramatic.
Dramatic.
Dramatic.
You know, you told me.
What up?
What up?
What up?
It's time for the change.
It's time for the change.
Truth be heard, I'm back for the title.
Please believe that shit.
It's a hot Texas day, degrees.
Young Don on the go.
Grind, nigga, please believe.
I raised the garage.
Poor lot lost his slab.
Finish now, crawling down on board.
Dog, dog, brandywine, extra close, close.
And at night it look black.
So I'm calling walls.
My seat's like.
The color of sand.
Boppers, droppers, they lean back.
It's a party.
Hey, I'm about to fish tail on a big scale.
You want to show them, hit Ferris on the hot nail.
Told Big the whole world waiting.
That's the reason niggas on the sideline hate me.
Motherfucker, I keep skating.
Me and Mr. Slayton.
Dad's giving two of them the streets to anticipate.
You feel me?
On the real, it's just time for me to get mine.
TF Records sharing the same bloodlines.
Yeah, motherfuckers.
I'm what the streets waiting on.
Since 9-3.
It ain't done without me, nigga.
You know, chicken, I go hard till there's no middle.
What's got my back totally chopping to death?
Hey, speakers loud.
High as a cloud Cutlets on 84s And he hoppin' like a frog
say the drop down can't get a rinse I peel back the
I got the streets out here.
like some crepe prices white tees and some jeans and some white nikes
State lines, time zones switching up.
Swish a house, hope to...
Like a Mack truck, freeways and interstate love knickers.
Hold bangs and patty cakes.
I love niggas.
You want the truth from H-Town?
Yeah, I am.
I ain't never gone, just like Uncle Sam.
Resurrection, young, young, young, read.
Eat, play, plays.
Nigga that's enough.
