Текст песни Texas Hold 'Em - Scar

I need 1 blunt
2 Cups
3 Bitches
For us
Feeling presidential
Shorty treat me like I'm POTUS
Got tired of the bottom
Started climbing up the totem
Gotta play my cards right
I can't fold
Texas hold 'em

Push the pedal
To the metal
Hear my voice
Over this treble
Swear this shit is all I know
It be so hard for me to let go
Got a heart made of diamonds
I got gold all in my bezel
Folding bitches up
Like pretzels
She gon top till she got strep throat
Stealing flows that boy a klepto

You can keep it I don't need it
Get my roses outta cement
What's your meaning
Ima fire dragon breathing
Spitting flames that scotch a demon
Niggas tough around they homies
All alone they shook like season
Do this shit all by my lonely
Been this way since my first season
I been tryna keep it cool
But I heat up give me a reason

I need 5 racks
6 Jags
7 Grams
8 Sap

Grown man time pillow talking we don't play that
I don't like to talk but when I do im spitting straight facts
I stay in my lane cause I know most these niggas straight cap
He thought he was tough he ran up and got his face dapped
Beat her back send her home
Got no love for a stray cat
Label on my neck, DKR
You gotta say it back
I need some running shoes
Swear I'm always on a fucking track

I feel like animal
Hear a beat and get a rush
I heard yo lil raps
I don't really see the fuss
This shit like taxidermy
How I'm playing with these bucks
Gotta ball for every day
I was down on my luck

I need 1 blunt
2 Cups
3 Bitches
For us
Feeling presidential
Shorty treat me like I'm POTUS
Got tired of the bottom
Started climbing up the totem
Gotta play my cards right
I can't fold,
Texas hold 'em