[Intro]
(Destroy Jem)
(XO)

[Chorus]
Texas ranger, Texas ranger
Texas ranger, Texas ranger
I draw down on y'all
Been counting money, I ran it up
I'm tryna pour that lean in my gut
Pussy I got sticky stuck
They know not to play with us
My gang having K's on us
My gang might just take your stuff
I wanna ride that Bentley truck
I wanna fuck, she gave it up
Fuck around, bitch done fell in love
We getting money, you mad at us
Step 'round with a whole bag on us
Finna have sex in that Bimmer truck
Bitch want me to finger her
I'm finna fuck my fingers up
I don't wanna count this money, might break my thumbs
I don't wanna draw my weapon, don't play with us
We live 'bout that shit, gon' step it up
You ain't finna draw that shit, put your weapon up
I put smoke [?]
Get that money, don't play with us
Walk down and just take your stuff
Pussy ass n***a better put it up
Drac' on me might tear you up
[Verse]
He ain't even got no bodies
He ain't even pop no oxy
Bitch ride me like a trolly
Psycho mode like [?]
[?] gang but we ain't riding Harley's
We pop pills, n***a, we pop molly
Walk down on a n***a, I might catch a homi'
Don't fuck with n***as, these n***as some peons
Burnt the fuck out, they can't be what I be on
Might bring the K's out
She on my FaceTime
Want me to take her out
I don't got the time
I'm in the studio
I'm tryna get mine
And I be in Atlanta like Julio
My bitch too fine
My bitch too bi
I'm taking her to the sky
I'm taking her to the vibe
We living a private life
'Cause most of these hoes be too trife
I hope that a n***a try
We sending that n***a bye
It's your life or mine
They know not to play with us
My gang got some K's on us
Buffy, bitch, we slayers
Vamped out, bitch, we draining you
And this bitch want me to lay on her
I'm finna count this paper up
You ain't getting money, lil' bitch, you capping up
You ain't even 'bout that shit, you acting up
You don't want step out here, better pack it up
I go psycho, I go batshit, uh
I go [?]
Crash out gang pop molly
I don't even wanna say sorry
With that gang, bitch, we catch homis
Christian Dior, I'm not rocking no Tommy
Might bring the Rick out, put it right on me
We brought them sticks out, I feel like Tony
You can get kicked out, bitch, you don't know me
You can get X'd out
[Chorus]
Texas ranger, Texas ranger
Texas ranger, Texas ranger
I draw down on y'all
Been counting money, I ran it up
I'm tryna pour that lean in my gut
Pussy I got sticky stuck
They know not to play with us
My gang having K's on us
My gang might just take your stuff
I wanna ride that Bentley truck
I wanna fuck, she gave it up
Fuck around, bitch done fell in love
We getting money, you mad at us
Step 'round with a whole bag on us
Finna have sex in that Bimmer truck
Bitch want me to finger her
I'm finna fuck my fingers up
I don't wanna count this money, might break my thumbs
I don't wanna draw my weapon, don't play with us
We live 'bout that shit, gon' step it up
You ain't finna draw that shit, put your weapon up
I put smoke [?]
Get that money, don't play with us
Walk down and just take your stuff
Pussy ass n***a better put it up
Drac' on me might tear you up