Texaco Suave, Izzo - 8ight Lyrics

I'm a blessing in disguise
I get so high see heavens gates
Yeah
Ooouuuu, Yeah
It's Texaco
I close my eyes
Just so I can't see the hate
Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise
I get so high see heavens gates
I'm in traffic do the dash
They say I should've been racer
I take two cups and pour a four
I swear my cup look like a Laker
Rest in Peace to Kobe
I'll send them youngins' on the break
They spend the block just like Ginobli
He say hard as me
Well nigga gotta show me
I'm tryna ball out with my team
We need a trophy
I just poured my last four
But this ain't March madness
My Momma telling me to quit
I gotta real a habit
I told that hoe to give me throat
I heard she real nasty
Home Depot say the tired of us
We bought up all the ratchet
The freshest nigga when I wake up
This a different fabric
Every time I hit the booth
Swear it's a fucking classic
They saying I'm going big
Bitch, I say I go Jurassic
I'm high as fuck on 85
I got the music blasting
Two grams of Gary Peyton in my woods
But you'll never see me pass it
Investigators in my hood
These niggas telling on they family
She sold her soul for some designer
She wanna fuck me for some fashion
They throwing dirt all on my name
You need a shovel just to find it
I can't trust a soul
I keep that FN right bedside me
I can't trust these hoes
Especially if that bitch childish
Stack it up and count it
I gotta keep the money piling
Fucking up the summer
They say them young niggas be wilding
I close my eyes
Just so I can't see the hate
Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise
I get so high see heavens gates
I'm in traffic do the dash
They say I should've been racer
I take two cups and pour a four
I swear my cup look like a Laker
Rest in Peace to Kobe
I'll send them youngins' on the break
They spend the block just like Ginobli
He say hard as me
Well nigga gotta show me
I'm tryna ball out with my team
We need a trophy
Lil homie can't stay out of traffic
He said it ease his mind
They thought he was
Running around just thuggin'
Whole time he had a grind
I got really money issues
I can't waste no time
I bought some Cartiers
Just to read between the lines
If the bitch act broke
Then I really can't even have her
No matter if she fine
I'm all on 85 south
I ain't DC but I get Fly
I'm a rapper I break hearts
Even though that's just her type
I can hit up Bull right now
And get it sent straight overnight
Like I forgot my alphabet
Cause all I know is F&N
That boy right there
You better Ask about em'
He going in
I can make one call to boozer
And have them youngins' spin again
For every bitch i ever had
Ion' want em' back I need your friend
I close my eyes
Just so I can't see the hate
Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise
I get so high see heavens gates
I'm in traffic do the dash
They say I should've been racer
I take two cups and pour a four
I swear my cup look like a Laker
Rest in Peace to Kobe
I'll send them youngins' on the break
They spend the block just like Ginobli
He say hard as me
Well nigga gotta show me
I'm tryna ball out with my team
We need a trophy

I'm a blessing in disguise
I get so high see heavens gates
Yeah
Ooouuuu, Yeah
It's Texaco
I close my eyes
Just so I can't see the hate
Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise
I get so high see heavens gates
I'm in traffic do the dash
They say I should've been racer
I take two cups and pour a four
I swear my cup look like a Laker
Rest in Peace to Kobe
I'll send them youngins' on the break
They spend the block just like Ginobli
He say hard as me
Well nigga gotta show me
I'm tryna ball out with my team
We need a trophy
I just poured my last four
But this ain't March madness
My Momma telling me to quit
I gotta real a habit
I told that hoe to give me throat
I heard she real nasty
Home Depot say the tired of us
We bought up all the ratchet
The freshest nigga when I wake up
This a different fabric
Every time I hit the booth
Swear it's a fucking classic
They saying I'm going big
Bitch, I say I go Jurassic
I'm high as fuck on 85
I got the music blasting
Two grams of Gary Peyton in my woods
But you'll never see me pass it
Investigators in my hood
These niggas telling on they family
She sold her soul for some designer
She wanna fuck me for some fashion
They throwing dirt all on my name
You need a shovel just to find it
I can't trust a soul
I keep that FN right bedside me
I can't trust these hoes
Especially if that bitch childish
Stack it up and count it
I gotta keep the money piling
Fucking up the summer
They say them young niggas be wilding
I close my eyes
Just so I can't see the hate
Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise
I get so high see heavens gates
I'm in traffic do the dash
They say I should've been racer
I take two cups and pour a four
I swear my cup look like a Laker
Rest in Peace to Kobe
I'll send them youngins' on the break
They spend the block just like Ginobli
He say hard as me
Well nigga gotta show me
I'm tryna ball out with my team
We need a trophy
Lil homie can't stay out of traffic
He said it ease his mind
They thought he was
Running around just thuggin'
Whole time he had a grind
I got really money issues
I can't waste no time
I bought some Cartiers
Just to read between the lines
If the bitch act broke
Then I really can't even have her
No matter if she fine
I'm all on 85 south
I ain't DC but I get Fly
I'm a rapper I break hearts
Even though that's just her type
I can hit up Bull right now
And get it sent straight overnight
Like I forgot my alphabet
Cause all I know is F&N
That boy right there
You better Ask about em'
He going in
I can make one call to boozer
And have them youngins' spin again
For every bitch i ever had
Ion' want em' back I need your friend
I close my eyes
Just so I can't see the hate
Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise
I get so high see heavens gates
I'm in traffic do the dash
They say I should've been racer
I take two cups and pour a four
I swear my cup look like a Laker
Rest in Peace to Kobe
I'll send them youngins' on the break
They spend the block just like Ginobli
He say hard as me
Well nigga gotta show me
I'm tryna ball out with my team
We need a trophy