TEXAS TEA - Intellectual

(Part 1)

(Intro)

I’m finna rock her

I’m finna-

I’m finna rock her

I’m finna rock her, rock her

Rock her

(Verse)

I’m finna rock her, rock her

Pour up some vodka, vodka

Walk in the room and she naked

Oh what a shocker, shocker

I know she ready, she ready

Ain’t like these other girls petty

Baby come fuck with a legend

If you die you go to Heaven

I wake you up at like 7, then we going back to sexing

We got the deepest connection, don’t even need to be texting

I know you miss me, I do too

Two minute quickie, no noodle

I’m in the back of the hoopty, my niggas riding to Boosie

I remember 6th floor, we were so young and so innocent

Now we’re so restless, we became so vigilant

I’m mixing the medicine, I pour up the four again

I’m trying to stop but swear that shit keep on calling me

(Chorus)

She keep on calling me, but I won’t pick up the phone

She keep on calling me, but Imma leave it alone

(Part 2)

(Hook)

Went through a lot of shit, still came for commissary

Ran up a couple checks, college bitch on my dick

Counting up a couple hundreds and they’re not counterfeit

Hundred band, I’m the man, who is he? Just a fan

Shawty blow me like a fan

See me can’t touch me like hologram

Nigga too sus like Juwanna Mann

Clean up the streets like trashcan man

Imma do what I want, these niggas they do what they can

(Verse)

Nigga he do what he can

Niggas still kicking them cans

Niggas ain’t going nowhere, doing that running man

I done gave that bitch my bands

Now she gon dip like tea

This ain’t WWE, niggas still can’t see me

Trynna cool down that heat

Still wanted by the police

Marijuana on my fleece

Positive when I pee

My bitch good physique

Spend my advance on a new Philippe

Bust down on my bitch

Plain Jane on my freak

300 bitches like I’m Lil Reese

Getting that queso, getting that quiche

Stupid lil nigga so goddamn niche

Strong arm steady bitch I got reach

Niggas ain’t getting my feature

My girl got good features