Sviator1 - Texaco lyrics

[Verse 1: sviator1 & Josh Pan] I like my chicken fried I might make it my bride Drive to the curbside They looking at me co*keyed Like whoa, bro I'm sick and tired of the way your brain is wired It's making me go crazy My presence is like a bonfire You might wanna turn the lights down I'm roasting everything you little children are talking about (Tear it down, bro) I like to ride slip-n-slides with my hand tied Boy you so pale you need to go outside You crazy, you drink fluoride, like that bleach brand, Tide I knew you were fat when I first Spied Your thighs were really wide Bama, roll tide (Heh, just kidding, I'm an LSU fan) I wanted to take you on a joyride At least that's what I implied I just went worldwide just pick you up on the roadside, bruh (You don't even appreciate that) (Yeah, that's like, really hurtful) [Verse 2: sviator1 & Travis Scott] Access denied Hmm.. or maybe I'll decide My chicken is from Texaco Don't go past Mexico My chicken's not imported Some of y'all might get deported I might get reported But I'm not racist Just saying (Straight up! x5) [Verse 3: sviator1] My stomach gets knotty when I think of the Illuminati Kanye West, looking his best, getting dressed Hey Yah Drake acting like the cream of the crop One day his mainstream gonna get chopped Jay-Z's career gonna get put to a full stop Vigilant Christian gonna hunt you down 400K, could buy himself a crown Gon give that boy a knockdown Beantown Gon make 200K a half crown LazyTown Gon make that boy have a meltdown Talking country boy hoedown 9th grade making touchdowns [Outro: Bon Iver] I'm up in the woods I'm down on my mind I'm building a still