Boll Weevil - Tex Williams, Tex Ritter

The work, it do magic like Criss Angel

I’m sellin' more chickens than Bojangles

We shoot the chopper from your head to your ankle

So many chains on my neck, they get tangled

I’m in Atlanta sipping Texas Ranger

To Atlanta cuz my goons, you can’t touch 'em

My niggas bangin' GD, twist your fingers

Mystikal 45, that bitch come with danger

So many bitches they callin' me gigolo

Got a fox on my back, not talkin' Vivica

All of these niggas they mimickin'

Most of the money got energy

Whippin' up chemicals

Swag is not usual (wow)

Duffle on my back for Lucifer

Jumping and capping out these cubicals

Never made honor roll

I’m in the top and you falling like dominos

I lost my feeling for women

When I learned how it feel to thumb thru the Benjamin

Due to the fact that my Rollie’s a fifty

Arm & Hammer like I’mJohn Henry

Professor Klump pockets, I’ma chemist

Racks on me like I’m playing tennis

Hundred thousand on my new Bentley

Spend a hundred thousand on my friend bitch

Gold like I’m Shabba on Africa, shining

I’m selling 16's, ain’t talking bout rhymin'

I’m looking for drops to change the climax

No comprendo if you ain’t about peso

Got the clay and serve the four, call it Clay-Doh

I think I heard my front door

Go get a skurr, 100 bricks for Diego

Speaking of the yayo, Young Guapo Young Guapo he all about peso

Switcharoo on your main bitch, me and my nigga, hell nah I won’t date hoes

You speaking about Christian Louboutin, we’ll get man by the caseload

I’m a boss like Rozay, Young Guapo got niggas on the payroll

We used to it, not new to it, just stacking out the paper

Wen’t from standing on the block, to smoking OG in skyscraper (top floor condo)

My niggas got bean, no lasers

Cavalli my jeans, ten chains on with a Versace blazer

(Longway, bitch)

Longway reloaded, blood on my blue Benjamin like a Crip runner, trap will blow

his out

Balenci' Givenchy, I trap it down

Five naked bitches give me bubble bath, Longway Nino Brown

Put the foot in the cage just to break a pound

Fiend and fork, they want brown sugar

Sneakin' N Geekin' onSugar Hill

Bitches suck my dick tryna get it shooting

Longway put the bitch out with the work

Pablo my plug and Mr. Pablo, cop the lil bitch’s (?)

At the Chevron rolling up a doobie

Taking pictures, this ain’t no camera, you a movie

Longway goin' thru groovy

Longway gone, boy you groovy?

And my backwood stuffed crushed fruity

And I don’t wanna fuck the bitch if she ain’t Cuban

The bitch gon' juug me a cuban

And my Rolex Luger

Strawberry, vanilla, chocolate three scoops

My diamonds confused her

She think she on ruffies

Diamonds from Africa, shine from Africa

Fresh out the banana boat

We come for the dope and we (?)

I make the white boy jump and my wrist a kilo

I have them bow down to me like I’m out on in dimensions

Choppin' bricks at the penintentiary

Damn, a young niggathreated

Over a hunned of ‘em fuckin with the bitches

Hold it down, these niggas snitching

I’m the reason why you niggas creeping

Young nigga do it for the hood

Chopper with a wood grain

Young nigga Bangkok, call me Hancock

Chopper still got the chicken dreadlock

You bitch in the film for the bedrock

Pussy ass nigga caught a case, said he’s deadlocked

Turned around, shot them with the same Glock

Longway said he shot them with the same Glock

Young nigga feeling like 2Pac

I’m still with hitting niggas with the re-rock

Worked around a Bentley, work in a tee-top

They going in front, but don’t panic

They calling me Quavo, the stick 'em up bandit

They want the chopper, I let them have it

We hop on the PJ, touchdown on Atlantic

Young niggas running 'round like bulletproof

Tryna fuck the Migo, better nigga shoot

Deuce deuce, pocket rocket in the VIP booth

Now you wanna ask me what you do

Wet diamond like a swimming pool

Had to spend two thousand for Margiela — shoes

Young Quavo whipping up the chemical

Hell nah, nigga never finished school

SRT Audi, I’m dabbin' in it

I got your bitch, wanna leave her junkies in it

Mama she told me «go get the bitch»

I putted my wrist in the water, it started swimming

On the north side we were really getting it

And I’m sunken, I’m spinnin it, Longway in it

We were road running, fucking up the city