War Wounds

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT? Bankroll got it I'm so cold, I can shoot a mosquito Wings through a lil' peephole, I'm feelin' like a thug hero So many war wounds from these wars, they probably think that I'm Emo I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my boots came straight from Nat Geo I climbed off a horse, I jumped in the Porsche OT, you from Texas? I tell 'em of course I be deep in the country sippin' on the porch Four pints of wockhardt I'ma pour up a quart Yeah, I flow like a butterfly, sting like a bumblebee Beat his bitch ass up, got him seeing double me Bitch, I'ma hybrid, there ain't no other me Smellin' like weed, but I'm lookin' like a money tree Got ten bathrooms, I can shit all day Crib so big playing ball in the hallway They be telling me, "Rain, rain, better go away" 'Cause they know that these diamonds ain't no play-play (bling) Diamonds be lookin' like a raindrop (drip, drip, drip) I'ma knock off his tank top (fa-fa) Give his ass a red paint job I know the guns from China, it's singing K-Pop Texas is in good hands, I'm Lone star made pimpin' (uh-ha, uh-ha) If you feelin' foggy, you can go ahead and leap 'Cause I pull this bitch out and then rabbit And for all of the dudes, save the dick riding for bitches My choppa's a no good, thot with extensions Runnin' from the money, got me feelin' like Emmitt OT, boy, I love you I say, "I can dig it" I'm so cold, I can shoot a mosquito Wings through a lil' peephole, I'm feelin' like a thug hero So many war wounds from these wars, they probably think that I'm Emo I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my boots came straight from Nat Geo (Maxo, Maxo) Persona Money gang 'til they put me in the dirt Know a white boy shooter put a nigga in a hurt Led Zeppelin, Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst Tote a M16 like a shady verse 12 gauge buck shots like an African Stomach gotta shit bad like a laxative Sell crack to a cheese head, Green Ray to a weed head Trap house like a packer fan Gun for my racks sellin' k-pack xans Shoot a Glock at the opps and the cops I ran Smoking Afghan Kush out the Pakistan I'ma break the bomb down like Baghdad Dog food, same color as a Arab Got skunk in the bag like a trash man Switch on a heater I put my dick on my blick, my Nina a trans man This not a cat or a scat Got a demon hawk track, I don't do no trans am I'ma do the whole dash with the pedal to the metal Young Max got crip, keep the flame like the devil AR-15, like 415 Make it bang on the scene like the bass and the treble Like wham-wham choppa go bam-bam Flintstones servin' them pebbles come chupo mis huevos I'm so cold I can shoot a mosquito Wings through a lil' peephole, I'm feelin' like a thug hero So many war wounds from these wars, they probably think that I'm Emo I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my boots came straight from Nat Geo This H-Town, I'm straight now 'Cause I stay down, no games (no games) Ain't no cartoons, these war wounds, it ain't never trusting no lame (never) My check throwed, my neck cold 'cause I stay inside my bag (bag) And my licence plate say Texas, so I'm slidin' by in my slab (let's go) Might be one deep, like I'm Ro (Ro), yes, it's screwed up, so it's slow (slow) Only two cups in that four (four), and that old school sit low (I swear) Yes, I'm outta town with OT (OT), bad bitches, we low-key I've been here, so they know me, and I'm everywhere your hoe be (hoe) Tell 'em haters, "I'm back" (back), and them war wounds they fat (fat) I got thick paint on that 'Lac ('Lac), and it's big buds in my sack (let's go) Don Ke I'm on track (track) when I'm turnin' corners, I'm cold (cold) With that bankroll on swole 'cause us real G's don't fold (what?) I'm so cold, I can shoot a mosquito Wings through a lil' peephole, I'm feelin' like a thug hero So many war wounds from these wars, they probably think that I'm Emo I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my boots came straight from Nat Geo