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Paper paper fold up
We Texas stay poured up
My K stay load up
My K stay load up
My gang, gang get money
We bank, bank we drummin
Mexicano como Chente
Got gold in my diente
Paper paper fold up
We Texas stay poured up
My K stay load up
My K stay load up
My gang, gang get money
We bank, bank we drummin
Mexicano como Chente
Got gold in my diente
And I'm the hardest ese
Scoot up with a Mozzy
Hit yo block up with a SK
Nigga hit me for a zip of that fish
I need a bandaid
And we trappin'
And jackin
Don't give a fuck
'Bout what the Feds say
I'm riding in Bentley
Strapped up with a Glizzy
Get shot in yo head
If you play with my skrilla
All I hang with is trappers and killers
You don't got no game
If you talking to pillow
See her all at the store
I'ma drill her
I'm in Christian Dior
I just walked in the building
Most of your rappers
My children, no kidding
Play with the gang
You get shot in yo fitted
Play with the gang
You get sent to The Man
Chopsticks like I came from Japan
He got punched in the face
And that nigga ran
Hop out the Ghost and jump in the Lamb
See the laws at the store
I'ma scram
This ain't the time
To get caught in a jam
Diamonds wet like they fresh out the Dam
I was thirteen
I had crack in my hand
Paper paper fold up
We Texas stay poured up
My K stay load up
My K stay load up
My gang, gang get money
We bank, bank we drummin
Mexicano como Chente
Got gold in my diente
Paper paper fold up
We Texas stay poured up
My K stay load up
My K stay load up
My gang, gang get money
We bank, bank we drummin
Mexicano como Chente
Got gold in my diente
I'm blowing up
Said the game is real
On that beat, I go kill
Money making don't fold here
All my goons got tatted tears
Tatted up, I can see the fear
Ain't no pussy round chear
Pimp yellow bones like Hank Hill
Sold rocks to pay bills
A dime a dozen
We was flipping cane
Fucking hoes might
Have been your dame
Outlaw on that propane
Leave you hoes with no chance
Peso Peso more fame
Veintitrés, that's more game
On the block with the whole gang
Pussy weed, my flow pain
Gracias a Dios tengo chompa
Un cuete que gana la copa
Con putas bien buenas, bien loca
Mi música feria y mota
Soy feliz con las cosas más real
Tronando mi cuete los hago saltar
Soy matón, soy voy a matar
Por eso les digo yo voy a rifar
Paper paper fold up
We Texas stay poured up
My K stay load up, my K stay load up
My gang, gang get money
We bank, bank we drummin
Mexicano como Chente
Got gold in my diente
Paper paper fold up
We Texas stay poured up
My K stay load up
My K stay load up
My gang, gang get money
We bank, bank we drummin
Mexicano como Chente
Got gold in my diente
Damn, I just ran out of gas
Open my stash and I poured
It inside of the tank
Cement on these rappers'
Feet watching them sink to the bottom
Got a phone call from my bro
Kill them, I know
Ever since 2015, I been on the go
T.A.N.G.O. Nation
What I'm repping inside of them walls
Heart checks, I was breaking them jaws
Texas Tradition, I'm popping the seal
Pouring it up, ride out to Mexico
Bitch, I'm the truth
Shout out to homeboys
Who hit where they shoot
Aim so precise like the NBA hoops
Gang, gang, a whole city of troops
Unloading the magazine
Why y'all be flexing?
You know that we robbing
Born to go get it
I'm marching, I'm flipping
Chilling with killers
Professional rippers
Paper is short
Cut their fingers, they missing
Run in your place
Get the dro and the fifty
Taking the safe, hit the curve
Then I'm dipping
Chilling with bro
Got the smoke and the sickness
Gucci, I'm fitted
My swagger worth millions
I put a four in a Sprite
Now I'm gliding
I might be high
But I'm moving in silence
Do not approach me
You know that I'm violent
Watch how you speak
'Cause these people be dying
Put it on God
It's the truth, yeah, no lie
Most of my G's
They be locked up for life
Put it on God
That's the truth, ain't no lie
All of my slimes
Put they life on the line
Paper paper fold up
We Texas stay poured up
My K stay load up
My K stay load up
My gang, gang get money
We bank, bank we drummin
Mexicano como Chente
Got gold in my diente
Paper paper fold up
We Texas stay poured up
My K stay load up
My K stay load up
My gang, gang get money
We bank, bank we drummin
Mexicano como Chente
Got gold in my diente
WRITERS
JOSE LARIOS JR
PUBLISHERS
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