Texas - S3nsi Molly & Lil Brook

Five places One twice the size of Texas In the middle of the drink Circling in it's current Each our own resistance But all in the same direction There's plaque at the axis I would've been content to sit at the rim But I paddle and pant like a dog Away from what I think is the middle The middle has no bone But it's strong enough to keep you there Sustainable waste won't give you a seat at the rim It will swallow my body but I don't belong to it

Bright light city You're her religion Superstars in their own private movie Play just like children Lies that take her Places she's never seen The kiss and tell of it all To her it seems so obscene She's so pretty Her hair is a mess We all love her To that we confess She has a halo We really do adore her For she has a halo Can we touch her? For their blindness She sees much further Like on a wide-screen viewing Going down on her She's so pretty Her hair is a mess We all love her To that we confess She has a halo We really do adore her For she has a halo Can we touch her? She believes in everything And she believes in nothing, in everything Halo, halo, halo, halo Halo, halo, halo, halo She has a halo We really do adore her For she has a halo Can we touch her? She has a halo We really do adore her For she has a halo Can we touch her? She believes in everything And she believes in nothing, in everything And she believes in everything And she believes in nothing For she has a halo She has a halo

Rico's going crazy again Ayy, haha, go Rack up, wrap it, take it out (Work) Ayy Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out Ayy, takin' my shot like a free throw Bust down a bitch, she a freak ho Reach for your chain, takin' shit like Deebo Ayy, pop out, it's us at your peephole Ayy, ice on my neck like a glacier Slide on a bitch like a skater Just fuck on a ho, no, we can't date her Skrrt, drop her off, see you later, ayy Yeah, she a stripper, I throw her them ones Bust down a bitch, she be fuckin' for fun Whole city hate me, I ride with them guns If it was beef, just know that it's done Hit Sour Matt with the gas, he gon' pull up and serve me End up with your name on a shirt like a jersey Two shots to his head, leave him cold like a turkey Get the work in the morning, I'm trappin' real early All of that typin' with nothin' to say Pull up, I'm bustin', I pop out with K's Black mask on my face so I can't catch a case Wanted that smoke so I gave 'em it laced Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out Run up on opps, we gon' lay 'em down (Get down) I'm fuckin' that bitch, she make a lot of sound (Huh?) Bitch wanna fight, put the guns down Pull up to the show, send a lot of rounds My nigga a demon, send his ass to a dog pound We got them sticks, we gon' pop out I left that show and we got all the Glocks out Just for them bands, we gon' pull up and rock out Reach for that chain, you can't run, you get knocked down Bitch gon' fuck, she on go Ran out of 'Woods, send her ass to the store Exotic pop, I'ma pour me a four We ran out the back 'cause the feds at the door She got a fat ass, I'ma smack that On the way to the top, we don't backtrack Got all them drugs in the backpack A band for a show, let 'em have that Fake ass chain, I'ma snatch that I send that bitch to go break down a brick They call up Lil Brook 'cause I stay with the stick I fuck on that ho for one night, then I switch (Go) We catch an opp, he get thrown in a ditch Gucci shoes, I be spinnin' them bends After the show, I might fuck on a fan Pull up in LA and I hop out a van Give her a Perc', now it's makin' her dance Fuck on a bitch in the traphouse Got money, I'm a high school dropout We see the opps, now we en route All at your door with them guns out All that rap shit ain't fun now Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox Whole lot of money, said fuck it and spent it Ride down your block with them straps, windows tinted Ride down your block with them MAC's, we gon' spin it Spin for a bend, we gon' take him out Bag him like trash, gotta take him out Wrap up the work in the trap, gotta ship it out Glocks do the talkin', no time, we can't hear him out

Ronny J, please turn me Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Yeah, spent two bands on a new fit Woke up, cashed out on a new whip Old ho, had to go get a new bitch New Glock and it came with a full clip Yeah, size 35 on my sneaks Pop out with gang, snatch a chain on Sixth Street Yeah, spin on the block, you get put on a tall tee Shoes in the bag and it came with the LV Smokin' on gas, you can smell me Pillow talk with a ho, that bitch gon' tell me Yeah, get a flight back to Texas Pop me a Perc' and get head in the Lexus Hah, eat it up like it's breakfast Yeah, no rap cap, bet you won't test us Yeah, bet you won't test me I got your ho with no top ridin' jet skis Yeah, go, watch what she do for them bands Get on the floor and she pop it, no hands Back at VLIVE and she ready to dance Throw up them ones, she gon' rip off them pants Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Open the safe and give me what you got Just hit on a lick, we just ran up that guap Can't count up them bands, I just know it's a lot Hah, fuck on a bitch and her friends Dior shoes, yeah, these shoes cost bands Pass me the Glock, we don't fight with no hands Bitch, I pop Percs, I don't fuck with no Xans Sent out them shooters, ain't missin' no blocks Clear out the scene, gotta clear out the opps Call up them niggas, we sendin' them drops Loadin' 'em up, we gon' slide with them Glocks Yeah, I got two thots in the back seat Spot an opp quick, shoot fast, can't pass me Red and blue on our ass, four flat like a track meet All on the 'net, but I bet you won't at me Yeah, pour up the drank in a double cup I got the bag off of rap, then I ran it up Owe us a bag, better pay it up Pull out that Glock in his face and he gave it up Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Drip, drip, yeah New automatic, keep that on my hip Drop, drop, yeah Cruising the whip and I take off the top Drip, drip, yeah Got all these bitches, they call me a pimp Drop, drop, yeah Walk straight in the bank and I pull out that Glock Yeah, pull out that Glock Yeah, aight

Yeah, hah Ronny J, please turn me up Yeah, play with a bitch like a kid on a playground Pull up and spray with a big ass K round Me and Lil Brook don't play 'round If you wanna come up, stay down I got a bitch in the back named Britney She got a friend with, her name Lindsey We off the Perc', smokin' gas in the Bentley Kick the bitch out if the ho get friendly, yeah Ronny J fuck up the beat Racks in the bank, spent bands on sneaks Shoot it up then leave Get down, eat it up like a feast, yeah Eat it up like a cook out, guns out Drop down, it's a shootout Slide down with the tools out Fuck boy want smoke, make him move out Yeah, I got the packs, I'ma ship it Yeah, ass real fat, I'ma tip it Double my cup, I'ma sip it Fuck on that bitch, gotta switch, then we dippin' Yeah, yeah, bands in my pants, no safe, yeah Spin on your block and I spray with the K Just fuck on that bitch, no bae Lil' bro in the trap, he be makin' them plays, yeah Ship it out, he gon' mix up that work Hoes at the show, they gon' lift up they shirt Straight to the room and they pull down they skirt Woke up in the trap, gotta wrap up the birds Reach for that chain, you get shot, yeah All of they pussy gon' pop I'm with the gang in the back with a thot Two seats, hotbox gotta put up the top Play with a bitch like a kid on a playground Pull up and spray with a big ass K round Me and Lil Brook don't play 'round If you wanna come up, stay down I got a bitch in the back named Britney She got a friend with, her name Lindsey We off the Perc', smokin' gas in the Bentley Kick the bitch out if the ho get friendly, yeah Ronny J fuck up the beat Racks in the bank, spent bands on sneaks Shoot it up then leave Get down, eat it up like a feast, yeah Eat it up like a cook out, guns out Drop down, it's a shootout Slide down with the tools out Fuck boy want smoke, make him move out Yeah, heard they want smoke, what's up? One call to the shooter, yeah, pull up, go Big Glock with a drum Gang shit, yeah, go dumb Damn, fuck, I'm high Eat on the dick like it's pie Got the Glocks in the coupe, I'ma ride Play with that gang if you want, you gon' die Yeah, yeah, call up the plug, need two zips Give me the pack, do two flips We with that sliding, we don't do loose lips Lay down, eat it up like it's cool whip Yeah, throw it back on the dick Yeah, she flippin' she tryna do tricks All on the pole with no top like she strip Just fuck on these hoes, we don't kiss on the lips, yeah, go Play with a bitch like a kid on a playground Pull up and spray with a big ass K round Me and Lil Brook don't play 'round If you wanna come up, stay down I got a bitch in the back named Britney She got a friend with, her name Lindsey We off the Perc', smokin' gas in the Bentley Kick the bitch out if the ho get friendly, yeah Ronny J fuck up the beat Racks in the bank, spent bands on sneaks Shoot it up then leave Get down, eat it up like a feast, yeah Eat it up like a cook out, guns out Drop down, it's a shootout Slide down with the tools out Fuck boy want smoke, make him move out

Hah, ayy, yeah, go Yeah, hah, yeah Turn me up, yeah, go Ronny J, please turn me up Get that shit for the low when I come to your trap Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack Fucking that bitch in the back of the 'Bach Walk straight in that bitch with the packs and the straps Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's fuck now Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown Gone off that gas like a dead man walkin' 'Fit too fresh, throw that shit in a coffin Gas too strong, yeah, that shit got her coughin' Ass too fat, gotta watch when she walkin' Bring me that money 'fore I spin on your block Pull out that Glock, big .40 gon' pop All off them drugs and she tryna give me top Took off on my city and got it on lock Yeah, got it on lock, no question 16 at the 'tel, used to trap at the Westin Now I got hoes, I can fuck on your best friend One like on the 'Gram, I ain't doin' no textin' Hah, walk in the stu' with them drugs in my backpack Bitch want a verse but I know her shit cap rap See you in my city with a chain, I'ma snatch that Spin once on your block with the gang, we don't back track Don't care where I go, lil' bro, I'm plugged in Ten bands for the show, got the Glock when I come in Yeah, good for a stain, don't fuck with the gang Take 'em all down when we run in Get that shit for the low when I come to your trap Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack Fucking that bitch in the back of the 'Bach Walk straight in that bitch with the packs and the straps Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's fuck now Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown Pull up at Neimans and buy Valentino Knock on your door, then we shoot through the peephole On the way to the top like they gave us a cheat code Higher than a bitch and still smokin' on pre-rolls Yeah, high speed with the laws, we can't stop for 'em Bad bitch in the coupe, got a fast foreign Put all the bros on a lick, got a bag for 'em Pulled out the lot, two hundred the dashboard Now I got racks, these hoes gon' chase me Big ass .40, yeah, no safety Stay on all ten, no, these bitches won't play me Smokin' through zips and I do that shit daily Get that shit for the low when I come to your trap Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack Fucking that bitch in the back of the 'Bach Walk straight in that bitch with the packs and the straps Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's fuck now Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown