Lyrics Boll Weevil - Tex Williams, Tex Ritter

Boll Weevil

The work, it do magic like Criss Angel
I’m sellin' more chickens than Bojangles
We shoot the chopper from your head to your ankle
So many chains on my neck, they get tangled
I’m in Atlanta sipping Texas Ranger
To Atlanta cuz my goons, you can’t touch 'em
My niggas bangin' GD, twist your fingers
Mystikal 45, that bitch come with danger
So many bitches they callin' me gigolo
Got a fox on my back, not talkin' Vivica
All of these niggas they mimickin'
Most of the money got energy
Whippin' up chemicals
Swag is not usual (wow)
Duffle on my back for Lucifer
Jumping and capping out these cubicals
Never made honor roll
I’m in the top and you falling like dominos
I lost my feeling for women
When I learned how it feel to thumb thru the Benjamin
Due to the fact that my Rollie’s a fifty
Arm & Hammer like I’mJohn Henry
Professor Klump pockets, I’ma chemist
Racks on me like I’m playing tennis
Hundred thousand on my new Bentley
Spend a hundred thousand on my friend bitch
Gold like I’m Shabba on Africa, shining
I’m selling 16's, ain’t talking bout rhymin'
I’m looking for drops to change the climax
No comprendo if you ain’t about peso
Got the clay and serve the four, call it Clay-Doh
I think I heard my front door
Go get a skurr, 100 bricks for Diego
Speaking of the yayo, Young Guapo Young Guapo he all about peso
Switcharoo on your main bitch, me and my nigga, hell nah I won’t date hoes
You speaking about Christian Louboutin, we’ll get man by the caseload
I’m a boss like Rozay, Young Guapo got niggas on the payroll
We used to it, not new to it, just stacking out the paper
Wen’t from standing on the block, to smoking OG in skyscraper (top floor condo)
My niggas got bean, no lasers
Cavalli my jeans, ten chains on with a Versace blazer
(Longway, bitch)
Longway reloaded, blood on my blue Benjamin like a Crip runner, trap will blow
his out
Balenci' Givenchy, I trap it down
Five naked bitches give me bubble bath, Longway Nino Brown
Put the foot in the cage just to break a pound
Fiend and fork, they want brown sugar
Sneakin' N Geekin' onSugar Hill
Bitches suck my dick tryna get it shooting
Longway put the bitch out with the work
Pablo my plug and Mr. Pablo, cop the lil bitch’s (?)
At the Chevron rolling up a doobie
Taking pictures, this ain’t no camera, you a movie
Longway goin' thru groovy
Longway gone, boy you groovy?
And my backwood stuffed crushed fruity
And I don’t wanna fuck the bitch if she ain’t Cuban
The bitch gon' juug me a cuban
And my Rolex Luger
Strawberry, vanilla, chocolate three scoops
My diamonds confused her
She think she on ruffies
Diamonds from Africa, shine from Africa
Fresh out the banana boat
We come for the dope and we (?)
I make the white boy jump and my wrist a kilo
I have them bow down to me like I’m out on in dimensions
Choppin' bricks at the penintentiary
Damn, a young niggathreated
Over a hunned of ‘em fuckin with the bitches
Hold it down, these niggas snitching
I’m the reason why you niggas creeping
Young nigga do it for the hood
Chopper with a wood grain
Young nigga Bangkok, call me Hancock
Chopper still got the chicken dreadlock
You bitch in the film for the bedrock
Pussy ass nigga caught a case, said he’s deadlocked
Turned around, shot them with the same Glock
Longway said he shot them with the same Glock
Young nigga feeling like 2Pac
I’m still with hitting niggas with the re-rock
Worked around a Bentley, work in a tee-top
They going in front, but don’t panic
They calling me Quavo, the stick 'em up bandit
They want the chopper, I let them have it
We hop on the PJ, touchdown on Atlantic
Young niggas running 'round like bulletproof
Tryna fuck the Migo, better nigga shoot
Deuce deuce, pocket rocket in the VIP booth
Now you wanna ask me what you do
Wet diamond like a swimming pool
Had to spend two thousand for Margiela — shoes
Young Quavo whipping up the chemical
Hell nah, nigga never finished school
SRT Audi, I’m dabbin' in it
I got your bitch, wanna leave her junkies in it
Mama she told me «go get the bitch»
I putted my wrist in the water, it started swimming
On the north side we were really getting it
And I’m sunken, I’m spinnin it, Longway in it
We were road running, fucking up the city