0100 in Dallas lyrics

[Intro: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go

[Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]
And I'm smoking on pressure
b*tch so bad, I might have to arrest her
And she say I'm impressive
I just beat it up, left that hoe on a stretcher
Do this sh*t with no effort
And my shooter rock red, he drip sauce like ketchup
I'm the one, I ain't never been next up
If we sliding we aim for the neck up
I put the rocks on my necklace
And I just knocked your hoe off my checklist
I'm thinking who I'ma next hit
Oops, I mean who the f*ck is my next b*tch
And I'm done with the stressing
We in the club, we got hoes in our section
I'm the top floor blessing
My b*tch she mad I don't show her affection
And my momma been knew I was reckless
b*tch I rock out like I'm driving and texting
Tell her pop out, b*tch we rocking out Texas
I'm the sh*t cause' they didn't get the message
All we know is to go get them checks in
And she loving this Givenchy sh*t that I'm dressed in
She let me f*ck but I call her my best friend
And I'm tryna' hit her and her best friend
[Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo]
Ain't nothing but fifties in the trap, that's a blessing
Play with Smoke, I'ma teach you a lesson
Fox 5, find that boy in a trash can
Quickdraw gon' slide with them AR's
On my hip got a motherf*ckin' FN
And young shooter got heart like Kevin
And I'm riding around town with a thick b*tch
But the Margiela make her ass look thin
Racks on me, man your sh*t just too thin
Instead of tricking on a hoe start trappin'
I'm with Lone and we counting up backends
Autotune Smoke finna' go platinum
I'ma be at the Grammys with a dirty clip
Momma say you gotta' get on that street sh*t

[Outro]
(Clayco on the beat)