[Intro: J.R. Donato}
Take sips give me cups
Of the mothaf**in 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 f** you playin chest with?
Eight with the beam and its precious
87' with the most we on ess**
CBS on my mothaf**in' necklace
Spit game break a b**h like tetris
Scurrtin' in the Benz and im wreckless
Make a jug and my n***as on the extras
Im a king and you talkin' like a peasant
Don't you know that bullsh** 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 n***a? Texas
What them b**hes want n***a? Texas
Where them b**hes from n***a? Texas
Better get you some n***a, Texas
Can't lie keep it chill like, Texas
Comin' down what it feel like, Texas
Pourin folds on these n***as, Texas
Four more on these n***as, Texas
[Verse 2: J.R. Donato]
Bullsh** we don't honor that
So much weed I ain't gotta touch a pound a sack
Steppin' in this b**h 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 b**h 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
n***as 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 n***as ballin' keep that cake like Betty Crocker
[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
What you sippin' on n***a? Texas
What them b**hes want n***a? Texas
Where them b**hes from n***a? Texas
Better get you some n***a, Texas
Can't lie keep it chill like, Texas
Comin' down what it feel like, Texas
Pourin folds on these n***as, Texas
Four more on these n***as, Texas
[Outro: J.R. Donato]
Bad b**hes they want us to smoke em out
Smokin' when im pullin up
b**h im known for showin' out
Im comin' down, we gon keep it trill as f**
Texas what we sippin' on, tell that b**h to give it UP
Lyrics submitted by: Mike Tomasetti