Texaco Lyrics

I met a plug named Mexico

Right at the Texaco

He say his mama black

But his daddy straight from Mexico

He say he drive the black Beamer

His seats is leather creamer

Said he want to try me out

But I can't let him beat it

Can't let him beat

That's super weak

Don't go fucking on these niggas if they stacks ain't super neat

Bitch this ain't no trick or treat

Can't sneak and geek

Can't fit you in the schedule call me back next week

I'm booked and busy bitch I'm running

Money calling yea I'm coming

Beep beep road running

I'm a looney tune bugs bunny

Since a youngin' I been thumbing

That's how you know I'm coming

Coming forth for everything these niggas said I wasn't

Don't put your faith in people

They let you down I tried

Can't hold a conversation cause these junkie niggas fried

They high on everything

But ain't high on no money

Since you a mama's boy

Then I guess go fuck your mommy

She kinda fine

I guess she age like wine

But how she raised your bitch ass that shit should be a crime

That's a crime I can't report

Too bad she didn't abort

Now you out here reproducing with these youngins

Yea I know

With any hoe

I know how that shit go

Can't fuck on a bad bitch

You fucking any hoe

But imma punch these rhymes

Your plug fine

Give that man my number

He can call me anytime

I heard his name was Mexico

Met at the Texaco

He said he like 'em black like his mama

Yea I know

He got money for days

He like my player ways

I might just let him cuff me if he talking the right way

Aye

If he talking the right way