CHRISCO - Nothin or Double (Texas Hold 'Em) (feat. Lil Texxan) Lyrics

It ain't about workin', don't hit up my phone, don't hit up my cell,
Posted in the Ozone
Delay yo bitch, Texxan no player
Hit you with that laser,
I'm tryna chase paper, huh

Vroom, pull up, hop out and bend on em, bet you can't do it like me, bet ten on em, bitch
Bitch, its lil' texxan and I hop out, spin on him
Sippin' on apple crown, I don't sip gin homie
Headline shows in a whole nother state
Yeah, life great, and these niggas fake
You a dirty-ass nigga, you was swimmin' in a lake

I was swimmin' in a pool, I was countin' this cake
Ugly-ass ho, fake-ass bitch, yuh, you a snake-ass bitch
And I'ma sit back and just make me a hit
When I'm puffin' on gas, I'ma take me a hit
I came in, I look like Goku Eatin' on tofu, eatin' on soul food

This my channel, so hand me the Roku, yuh, Remote, roll me a boat
Better stay afloat, better stay safe
Couple niggas in my hometown, tryna hate
I ain't hide from shit, you a fish with a bait
Location on, that location fake

Huwah, surprise, set him up, got him
Get him, spot him, gang, holla
Everybody hate Chris, let me hold me a dollar
Bitch, I'm a dog, no leash, no collar

Smoke Kush out the roof, if a hater hate me, then I hate you too
Hop out the coupe, eatin' chicken noodle soup
Niggas buyin' fake plays, niggas buyin' fake views, bitch

Say you need money, well, bitch, come and earn it
Your dad bought your car, no, you did not deserve it
You're worthless, you messed up your life, join the service
Whole squad hit his chick ripped her walls and her cervix

She told me she love when we diss him in verses
Your crew backed you up, so we load em in hearses
I'm stuck doin time, in my mind, it was worth it
Well, bitch, he deserved it

Full auto Glock and I bitch slap the clip in
Then let that shit sprayed, now the pussy boy dippin
And he turned up dead as the juice he was sippin
Or maybe it's all of those pills he was mixin
But, man, I just wish all you pussies would listen

Cause you are not cool for just poppin' prescriptions
You got a problem, it's called an addiction
You might think I'm hatin', but that shit need fixin

She threw her hands in the pit, got her jaw split
Jumped off the stage and got dropped quick
Then start a wall of death, people get drop kicked
F*ck security, they cannot stop shit, I got my gun on me
I hope I don't drop it, she started to question me
I change the topic, she says, let me see your phone
I simply lock it

He wanted to fight, but this bitch met the chrome
Then he jumped in the pit and got hit in his dome
If you come to my show, then you might not go home
I ain't askin' for help, always do it alone

And that's probably why I don't pick up my phone
And that's probably why my damn voice has a tone
But if you need some coke, got that shit by the zone

If it ain't about work, then don't hit up my phone