​texas ranger lyrics

[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
pus*y 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 f*ck, she gave it up
f*ck around, b*tch 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
b*tch want me to finger her
I'm finna f*ck 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 sh*t, gon' step it up
You ain't finna draw that sh*t, put your weapon up
I put smoke [?]
Get that money, don't play with us
Walk down and just take your stuff
pus*y ass n*gga 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
b*tch ride me like a trolly
Psycho mode like [?]
[?] gang but we ain't riding Harley's
We pop pills, n*gga, we pop molly
Walk down on a n*gga, I might catch a homi'
Don't f*ck with n*ggas, these n*ggas some peons
Burnt the f*ck 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 b*tch too fine
My b*tch 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*gga try
We sending that n*gga bye
It's your life or mine
They know not to play with us
My gang got some K's on us
Buffy, b*tch, we slayers
Vamped out, b*tch, we draining you
And this b*tch want me to lay on her
I'm finna count this paper up
You ain't getting money, lil' b*tch, you capping up
You ain't even 'bout that sh*t, you acting up
You don't want step out here, better pack it up
I go psycho, I go batsh*t, uh
I go [?]
Crash out gang pop molly
I don't even wanna say sorry
With that gang, b*tch, 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, b*tch, 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
pus*y 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 f*ck, she gave it up
f*ck around, b*tch 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
b*tch want me to finger her
I'm finna f*ck 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 sh*t, gon' step it up
You ain't finna draw that sh*t, put your weapon up
I put smoke [?]
Get that money, don't play with us
Walk down and just take your stuff
pus*y ass n*gga better put it up
Drac' on me might tear you up