Hoe From Texas (feat. IZZY)

(I don't even wanna hang around niggas that's thinking bout' regular shit I don't even wanna hang around niggas that's talking about regular licks I better leave out rich) Let's go hit the road we play with them bows, we gotta check them chickens Don't ask me about niggas, ain't shit to say but they ain't stand on business I'm done with my ex I'm popping my exes, like they prescriptions I'm on to the next one hoe from Texas, and her body vicious That drank made me introvert Got niggas hurt that I ain't vibin' with niggas I peep niggas energy They won't kill for me so I can't slide for them niggas You put yo money first you get enemies, I got a lot of them niggas My brothers I'd die for them niggas, I love em I ain't gotta lie to my niggas We catching them plays we moving through states Feel like I'm back on tour Before I go lay in the bed and be broke, I'm back in the trap on the floor I run up that bag on my own go broke get back and do it again I listen to conversations from my haters, they like "I knew he would win" 50 racks in a Goyard bag, this ain't no regular trip I don't even wanna hang round niggas that's thinking bout regular shit I don't even wanna hang round niggas that's going on regular licks Don't talk bout nuthin' round me unless im bout to leave out rich Let's go hit the road we play with them bows, we gotta check them chickens Don't ask me about niggas, ain't shit to say but they ain't stand on business I'm done with my ex I'm popping my exes, like they prescriptions I'm on to the next one hoe from Texas, and her body vicious