Marcel King - (443) - (972) Lyrics

Aye, Hollon
Back in the day was in B-more I moved out to Texas
I went fell in love with the South
I been talking that talk but when talking get cheap
Bout my money, best bet I stop running my mouth
Could care less bout the heat that you got gang my church is in Oak Cliff
Been 'round more then you think
I might go let this pipe burst like winter in '21
Show you that Celly gon drip like a sink
Steady hooping like Luka mhmm
Betta watch how I step mhmm
Wanted to get my first piece from Solomon dang but I heard that he left
I was just tryna wait, see if I'd cop me a truck but I'm prolly gon get me a 'Vette
Imma say it's my year like 'the boys'
When I say it, I mean it, not playing it's time to lock in
Okay I got some Mexican hittas like OT
Imma go win ain't gon send it to OT
Been in arenas ain't talkin' no nosebleeds
Ain't been to no Rodeos somebody show me
Keep me a stick when I feel like a Star
Imma shoot like a Maverick, you take it too far
Keepin holsters like Cowboy's
Still Raven Nation tho, luv for the agg just know that I'm sorry
All of this green on me look like the skyline
Stacking these hunnids up taller than Big Tex
Drive out to Buc-ee's when I wanna live right
Meticulous shots is how Celly ain't miss yet
Snow on my chain so I don't gotta miss that
They be like "Cel everywhere" boy im feelin like beltline
Get me a chicken box half n half real fast
Went to Middle School out Roland Park they show love in both Cities
Believe it or not like it's Ripley's
Shooting star feel like Disney
God is the greatest I mean it
The route that I'm taking look scenic
I ain't been out worked in a minute