Ashxs - Fort Worth Lyrics

Shoutout citr3s, the producer, not the flavor
I been gettin guala, I ain't worried bout the next man
I been jerkin off with the same hand that shook his
Look bitch, I ain't got no time for no f*ck shit
Even when I party, flipping ounces in the function
They sleep, I'm woke off a coke binge
Knee deep in the streets off a couple xans
F*ck friends, if I had one, I'd melly him (Murder on my mind)
And I only wanna f*ck you if you celibate
Spent half my damn life just selling shit
I been kicking it with scumbags n crackheads (God damn)
Only thing I never flipped, pussy and some meth
Cause hoes gonna snitch, and the ice gonna melt
Always lookin at me weird, I'm just sayin how I feel
Lookin at me like a snack, hoe I'm tryna make a mil
Shawty wanna f*ck a plug, she already know the deal
When you got it like this, they gonna wanna cop a feel, aye
Young man gettin money, lil hood lil hippie
You a bird tho (You a bird tho)
Woodgrain when I grip it, in a 84 cadi, it's a hearse tho (It's a hearse tho)
And you know I'm still tipping down south, yuh
I'm wrapped in vogues hoe (Vogues hoe)
But if I ever die while I'm swangin', Imma need you bring my body
Back to the funk with the trunk full
Cause it's 817 till I rot in peace
This is fort worth where we slang out the streets
Scraping the curb then she scraping her knees
If she praying to god then she praying to me
Breaking their necks as I cruise down main street
She was whipping her neck till I made it to beach
Then I busted a bitch, seen her phone, seventeen
Messages from her mans trippin cause she with me
You a bitch tho, you so insecure, need a pimp hoe
Know what f*ck it you about to be my first hoe
You gonna fill the buckets, imma eat it first tho
Roll my blunts n never hit em, you don't want smoke
One of my top smells is gun smoke (Ahh)
And you know my favorite felony is arson (ASHXS)
Burn it all down like you're in your new home
I heard the devil got a thing for us dope boys, aye
Young man gettin money, lil hood lil hippie
You a bird tho (You a bird tho)
Woodgrain when I grip it, in a 84 cadi, it's a hearse tho (It's a hearse tho)
And you know I'm still tipping down south, yuh
I'm wrapped in vogues hoe (Vogues hoe)
But if I ever die while I'm swangin', Imma need you bring my body
Back to the funk with the trunk full
Cause it's 817 till I rot in peace
This is fort worth where we slang out the streets
Scraping the curb then she scraping her knees
If she praying to god then she praying to me
Breaking their necks as I cruise down main street
She was whipping her neck till I made it to beach
Then I busted a bitch, seen her phone, seventeen
Messages from her mans trippin cause she with me
Yeah yeah, you a bitch tho
I know it sucks man, like
Your girl hanging out with a rapper n shit
I don't even consider myself a rapper really
So if it makes you feel any better
Say your girl is hangin out with an artist