Texas

[Intro: J.R. Donato} Take sips give me cups Of the mothafuckin purp... Texas..aye..aye Tryna find myself, get comfortable.. Look....uh..aye..look [Verse 1: J.R. Donato] Uh, coolin' with the Jetsons' Take sips gimme cups of the Texas In the Benz while im stuntin' on my exes' Put it to your chest Who the fuck you playin chest with? Eight with the beam and its precious 87' with the most we on essex CBS on my mothafuckin' necklace Spit game break a bitch like tetris Scurrtin' in the Benz and im wreckless Make a jug and my niggas on the extras Im a king and you talkin' like a peasant Don't you know that bullshit is irrelevant? Steppin' in the room feelin' like a elephant Young Donato baby ain't that boy so heaven scent? Young slime puttin hoes in the reverent Lean, lean, shake codeine ain't no smellin it [Chorus: J.R. Donato] What you sippin' on nigga? Texas What them bitches want nigga? Texas Where them bitches from nigga? Texas Better get you some nigga, Texas Can't lie keep it chill like, Texas Comin' down what it feel like, Texas Pourin folds on these niggas, Texas Four more on these niggas, Texas [Verse 2: J.R. Donato] Bullshit we don't honor that So much weed I ain't gotta touch a pound a sack Steppin' in this bitch whole lotta racks Im the acid baby tell me where the problems at Uh, who gone play me now? Talkin' to my dad and he say he proud Get your bitch with the dick she can pay me now Smokin' kush everyday call it daily loud (kush) (say?) Now I keep some money in my pocket, and I pocket rocket Ballin' like the rocket, boxes prolly ostrich Niggas wanna stop it, can't change the topic, take a picture crop it Know I keep them P's and them pitchin' like an option Is you tryna leave baby that is not a option It is hard to keep up with these guala's in my pocket All my niggas ballin' keep that cake like Betty Crocker [Chorus: J.R. Donato] What you sippin' on nigga? Texas What them bitches want nigga? Texas Where them bitches from nigga? Texas Better get you some nigga, Texas Can't lie keep it chill like, Texas Comin' down what it feel like, Texas Pourin folds on these niggas, Texas Four more on these niggas, Texas [Outro: J.R. Donato] Bad bitches they want us to smoke em out Smokin' when im pullin up Bitch im known for showin' out Im comin' down, we gon keep it trill as fuck Texas what we sippin' on, tell that bitch to give it UP Lyrics submitted by: Mike Tomasetti