Treh LaMonte - BIG H

Uh, Uh huh
Uh Huh
Yeah
Mother fuckin' Texas they know what's goin' on you hear me
Yeah

Know he gon' step he got creps
Three stripes now he gon' rep
Had to make a dollar do a stretch
(Yeah)
And now we ain't talkin' bout stress
I got good news through a text
We got mob ties and we got next
Playing chess but you can get checked
Anyway you comin' get fed
We don't repeat what's said
They be talkin' bout sticks, stones, words
But these sticks comin' wit lead
They thinkin' they big and bold oh no
Emojis they come for ya head
Tip toe creep on the floor
I keep it quiet as kept
They sleepin' but don't got a bed
(Ugh)
Tic tac toe with these hoes
They droppin' down low
My flow be too cold
Don't knock at my door
My bro got that pole
He peepin', he scopin'
He locked, and he loaded
That thing be rappin' I swear it ain't chokin'
This flow like a pint and it ain't got no soda
Flood that hoe out and we turn that bitch over
Ricko gon' hang out the right when he roll up
Everything right it's on sight we don't fold up
Might hop a flight and just take this shit over
Might be overseas in the nigga wit some colours
I been the one they gon' try hard to dub it
They ain't on shit they gon' try hard to fluff it
That smoke mid boy you know you ain't bussin'
Sing that shit like I'm Nate but not Husser

Written by:
Ryanscott Walker

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