YUNG G.O.B. - Texas Greens

Fuck today, is a day, where I'm gonna story tell, you know that I will prevail, this bitch
Wanna fuck me, she feo, she wanna come love me, she lay off, she lay off, lay off, lay off, the dick
You isa bitch, you isa snitch, you isa hoe, you wanna come fuck, with a yung
Flow, even though that Yung G.O.D. only fucking grows (grows) like that plant, that green

You know that I got that seed, you know that I got that seed, YUNG G.O.D. YUNG G.O.B., y'all
Really fuck with me, you know that I plant that seed, then I turn it to the green, money
Every day, all these hoes want me, they just loving on me, because I could rhyme like JAY-Z, all these Motherfuckers wanna come, pair me to the best, well I got a few things, that I need

To get, off my chest, what the fuck are you doing, hoe, packing your bags and leaving, two years
Spent, I guess it was the rest of that evening, all these hoes don't really give a fuck about
Your grind, they just want your money, and that bag, and your damn time, so you turn up to the
Grapevine, where Texas motherfuckers be, now you looking where to see, but now these hoes just

Don't wanna hear from me, from me, all these bitches don't even see, I be drinking up that
Wine, while she looking hella fine, but it's a trap, might have a heart attack, all these other
Motherfuckers wanna be wack, but I'm smoking that dope, and I'm getting real cracked, I'm getting
Real high up on cloud nine, she is way too fine to see, but all these motherfuckers wanna be like

Me, Yung G.O.B., smoking that weed, growing the plant and find the seed, but these hoes don't
Know what it takes to hustle like me, like me, like me, all these motherfuckers can't even see
I'm too fucking faded to walk, all these bitches want pillow talk, but I stab that knife straight
Through her heart, yeah, cause she did that shit to me, she ripped it to piece by piece, you know

That I'm rest in peace, cause all these motherfuckers know me like YUNG G.O.B., from that street
Hustling all that motherfucking H-TOWN, you know that I represent that clutch, city, on me
On me, gotta keep it on me, talk about it all the time, because I'm on that fucking grind, these
Shooters wanna kill me, cause I'm a threat, yet I'm the best, got this shit on my fucking chest

Wishing that I could hope for the best, but it feels like I'm dying, when will I fucking rest
When will I fucking rest, and I attest, I attest

Written by:
Giovanni Buckley

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