[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Dylvinci Got The Code)


[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, ayy, go get 'em shits up off the boat, what?
I got gas just like Texaco, like Mexico
My Spanish bitch, she whip that dope
Whippin’ the chicken I'm sellin' the dope
She hold on my dick, its all in her throat
Money I get and I spend it
I’m fuckin' this bitch and her friend
Juug and finesse on some fuck shit
All of my n***as on fuck shit
Uh, what? That n***a gettin' money
Got two thots in the back tryna fuck me, whoa
Took a flight to New York just to see a thot, hold on
I'm pourin' up a liter on the yacht hold on, hold on
Yung Cartier, bitch, I'm hot, hold on
Give a fuck 'bout a n***a, sell rerock, hold on

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a ho in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a ho in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a ho in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a ho in her throat
[Hook: Texako]
Off that hoe, I'm standing where the fuck I’m supposed to be
I’m getting money, living luxury, know I'm living luxury
Cannot catch me with no old hoe, ’cause I was [?] for that
Too many hoes, I feel like Bang Bros, I gotta go count a stack
Flip it, I'm whippin', get it, good
Ridin' round, In a n***a hood
We gon’ shoot his ass up, bitch I feel like Suge
Ah, bitch I feel like Suge

[Verse 2: Texako]
Whole body big, [?], knock off
We the type of n***as come around and knock ya block off
She wanna come and fuck me, shi' I need a top off
Drop the top, off the roof, bitch that's a knock off
Coupe suicide doors, we ain't even think about it
Henny be in my cup, gotta take a drink up out it
Funny, you movin' slow, catch up
Funny, you don't know, I'm messed up
We ain't even gotta fight or back and forth'
We got Glocks loaded and the go against the row

[Chorus: Texako]
He say what you be without yo Slatt
Well, what you be without that gat
Well, who would you be without these bitches
What would I be without these riches
[Bridge: Texako]
Shawty in the hills, shawty livin' good
Shawty know how it feel
Fuckin on a, on a [?]
I'm the youngest n***a to get fuck up outta here
I'm in yo bitch like get the fuck up outta here, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Texako]
Fuck would you be without that pack
Come through, we hit it off that mac
People talk a lot of shit, he ain't 'bout that action
I call n***as up, we link, that shit get tragic
Give a fuck about that bitch, I keep a mac
Forty five be that caliber, hit his stomach, burn a couple calories
[?] pack, came outta Cali'
Jimmy Neutron, bitch I'm outta here

[Outro: Texako]
Whole n***a, nah he ain't 'bout it (Yeah)
Whole n***a, nah he ain't 'bout it (What you sayin', what you sayin')
Whole n***a, nah he ain't 'bout it (What you sayin', what you sayin')
Whole n***a, nah he ain't 'bout it (What you sayin', what you sayin')
Whole n***a, nah he ain't 'bout it (What you sayin', what you sayin')
Whole n***a, nah he ain't 'bout it (What you sayin', what you sayin')
Whole n***a, nah he ain't 'bout it (What you sayin', what you sayin')
All these n***as that surround me
All these n***as that surround me