Cowboyyy by Tes X Lyrics
[Intro]
Enviyon on the mix
Yeah
Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1]
Pull up, hop out with my chopper
If a nigga be talkin' with shotta
I don't give a fuck 'bout your mama
I'ma pull up on you with a Rasta
Rasta for a ride
Nigga talk shit, he get shot in his eye
Don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga, you die, uh
You in the ground, bitch, you died, huh
Bitch, you dead, huh
I shoot some shots at your head, huh
These niggas talking, these niggas is talking
These bitches be talking, they feds, huh
I give a fuck 'bout no opps, huh
Bitch, we totin' around Glocks, huh
Nigga talk shit, he get shot, huh
With a mop, huh, with a sock, huh
D-D-Don't give a fuck
But I'm nuts, I'ma nut in a butt
And these niggas, they talking, they suck
I'ma pull up on them with these guns
I'ma pull up on them with these guns
Any nigga that's talking, no fun
Pull up and shoot at his face, huh
Pull up, the fuck did he say? Huh
I put my condom on my fucking dick with Hot Cheeto dust all on my face (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
And I pull up in a brand new Wraith
Niggas don't got shit to say
It's when niggas, they close the case
Any nigga be losin' his face
I pull up on you with choppers and shoot at your face
Because, bitch, you exposed your face
And you know we told the K
B-Ballin' out like I'm D. Rose today, ayy
What should I say?
W-W-What can I say? Uh
Rest in peace my nigga, Jahseh
Bitch, you rubbin' me the wrong way
I'm just tryna have a good day
I'm just tryna leave the hood today
[Bridge]
Just tryna be good today, ayy, yeah
Yeah, this song don't got a chorus, no, no (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, hop in this bitch and I kill it again
Killin' that pussy, I beat up her friends
Don't give a fuck and I'll try to meet ends
Tes X for the motherfuckin' win
I owe moneys, uppercut to the motherfuckin' chin
Oowee, d-d-dirty money, gotta motherfuckin' rinse
Bad Asian bitch, she on my side, that bitch my ride or die
I'm goin' hard, in the booth slow, one day I could just provide, ayy
[?], ayy
These niggas talking, these niggas so [?], ayy
Pull up and roll, ayy
Ayy, this an R&B song, baby
Yeah, this an R&B song, baby
Put some fucking cowboy boots on my lady
And this sounds so fucking good, am I crazy?
[Outro]
Nigga, why is that shit so high? Yeah
Heehee, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, why did I low-key just kill this shit?
Like, low-key
Yeah
Enviyon on the mix
Yeah
Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1]
Pull up, hop out with my chopper
If a nigga be talkin' with shotta
I don't give a fuck 'bout your mama
I'ma pull up on you with a Rasta
Rasta for a ride
Nigga talk shit, he get shot in his eye
Don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga, you die, uh
You in the ground, bitch, you died, huh
Bitch, you dead, huh
I shoot some shots at your head, huh
These niggas talking, these niggas is talking
These bitches be talking, they feds, huh
I give a fuck 'bout no opps, huh
Bitch, we totin' around Glocks, huh
Nigga talk shit, he get shot, huh
With a mop, huh, with a sock, huh
D-D-Don't give a fuck
But I'm nuts, I'ma nut in a butt
And these niggas, they talking, they suck
I'ma pull up on them with these guns
I'ma pull up on them with these guns
Any nigga that's talking, no fun
Pull up and shoot at his face, huh
Pull up, the fuck did he say? Huh
I put my condom on my fucking dick with Hot Cheeto dust all on my face (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
And I pull up in a brand new Wraith
Niggas don't got shit to say
It's when niggas, they close the case
Any nigga be losin' his face
I pull up on you with choppers and shoot at your face
Because, bitch, you exposed your face
And you know we told the K
B-Ballin' out like I'm D. Rose today, ayy
What should I say?
W-W-What can I say? Uh
Rest in peace my nigga, Jahseh
Bitch, you rubbin' me the wrong way
I'm just tryna have a good day
I'm just tryna leave the hood today
[Bridge]
Just tryna be good today, ayy, yeah
Yeah, this song don't got a chorus, no, no (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, hop in this bitch and I kill it again
Killin' that pussy, I beat up her friends
Don't give a fuck and I'll try to meet ends
Tes X for the motherfuckin' win
I owe moneys, uppercut to the motherfuckin' chin
Oowee, d-d-dirty money, gotta motherfuckin' rinse
Bad Asian bitch, she on my side, that bitch my ride or die
I'm goin' hard, in the booth slow, one day I could just provide, ayy
[?], ayy
These niggas talking, these niggas so [?], ayy
Pull up and roll, ayy
Ayy, this an R&B song, baby
Yeah, this an R&B song, baby
Put some fucking cowboy boots on my lady
And this sounds so fucking good, am I crazy?
[Outro]
Nigga, why is that shit so high? Yeah
Heehee, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, why did I low-key just kill this shit?
Like, low-key
Yeah