Texas Ranger ft. $tylez Lyrics

Four bullets in the chamber

As-salamu alaykum

Got 'em striking out feel like a Texas Ranger

Play with me and your life in danger

Got this drake in my palm

Man I never been an angel

Don't ask me for handouts Ian doing favors

Do not ask me for help I am not your savior

Don't come round if ain't nothing up on the table

Big stepper

Stomping on them like fee-fi-fo Crossing 'em out like tic-tac-toe

You talking crazy they kick yo door

Best know I'm petty can't let that go

I'm tired of talking come face yo floor

I'm tired of talking knock off yo fro

Why's you talking can't stack my dough

I'm counting up guap

She calling me dad

Four thousand a day

Wonder why they mad

I school 'em, professor

Then get to the bag

I married the money

In love with the racks

She love when I lie cause she can't face the facts

I'm reaching the top man I'm reaching my max

He won't pipe down had to tell him relax

My life like a movie watch it in IMAX

Think before I do

Spraying when I shoot

Whip em like it's roots

Pull up what it do

She blow me like a flute

We throw em down the chute

They sippin getting loose

Two shots throw em the deuce

(Gang)

Get to the money

Gave her the D, she tasted real Sunny

Niggas on my dick they lookin' real bummy

I flooded the wrist, the weather ain't sunny

I'm a playboy my bitches is bunnies

Snow bunny yea she calling me honey

Can't wife no bitch, I'm married to money

I smoke real gas I don't fuck with the gummies

(Aye)

Riggity racks

I get the Guala by flipping the pack

Fucking this slut and I'm breaking her back

Back to the future, I'm bringing it back, I'm bringing it back

No candles, we hit him with wax

I got handles, Kyrie at the max

Niggas my sons, they follow my tracks

But I do not claim them, that shit is real wack

What you wanna do?

Playing with her boobs

Real freaky-eeky and she like the way I move

She got me in the groove

Doing what I do

Young Stylez signing out better not snooze

Four bullets in the chamber

As-salamu alaykum

Got 'em striking out feel like a Texas Ranger

Play with me and your life in danger

Got this drake in my palm

Man I never been an angel

Don't ask me for handouts Ian doing favors

Do not ask me for help I am not your savior

Don't come round if ain't nothing up on the table