Lucki - Texaco lyrics

[Intro: YOMI] Aye what up Metro Metro? Hey [Chorus: YOMI] You see me doing my thang This sh** don't change Hating on me ain't gonna solve a damn thing They loving the lingo They down with the Lang They f** with a n***a Right straight off the face I ain't rushing perfection I stick to my pace I don't f** with these n***as I stick to myself I ain't chasing these b**hes Ain't chasing no liquor I'm chasing my chances You could be my victim [Verse 1: YOMI] Dropping more n***as them Columbine Hitting your b**h just like Gangnam style It will be alright in due time Just roll the dice I'm tryna get to Dubai And Abu Dabi escape all the choppers choppers cause they Knocking n***as down like Pakistan No boxing got 100 rounds Can't be stagnant got 100 sounds Ain't no telling what a n***a like me a do I like my blunt real fat I like my cup full I like my girl real thick I like to drive coupes I let her drive real fast just like she should do Ebliarmy call me Yomi for short I'mma smoke this whole cig I ain't bussing you shorts South side n***a finesse you on your porch Look at your sacks your grams just came up short just in case we come face to face n***a Anticipate I'll even catch the case You can't be mad at me At the end of the day I'm tryna get the money some way [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2: Lucki Eck$] Let these b**hes know, and all these n***as know Too I'm clutch all through the gold Brand Marshall go-to I work with you on phonin' fo' But look you pop too much I said, boy I'm pure perfection I be pa**in' what that rush I been on my sh**, I'm back again Just a few more birds b**h Bossy rockin' shows now, still be forgetting words and sh** Went to MIA tried Alapier, coulda went M.I.A Met this b**h, I love her Forgot her name and f**ing face My whole set need bar-for-bar Battling on Xan' sh** Attitude remind me of late-90s McMahon sh** My whole set need bar-for-bar Battling on Xan' sh** Attitude remind me of late-90s McMahon sh**