Ain't no mercy, a-ain't no mercy Forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun Got that purple Lamborghini lurkin' Biggest boss and I been the trillest I'm a bigger problem when I click with Skrillex Murder on my mind, it's time to pray to God My revolver

Houston, we got a problem It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drink But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'Cause it ain't got you I got new boots covered in red dirt A "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt And a Lonestar

Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home So would you take me

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have

You don't want problems, I promise, man Set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath Bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck Fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air But I ain't scared for my life

I ain't even know it (even know it) Even know it (know it) Teddy call you to the stage Then you seen a nigga throw it (nigga throw it) Th-throw it (throw it) Throwing that ass for days Booty going Up Down I ain't got no problem spending all of my money

Don't worry 'bout me You should worry 'bout you, yeah, yeah Keep doing what you do best, babe That's loving only yourself, babe You should worry 'bout you (Oh, oh) Yeah, that's your problem, so fix it 'Cause I ain't none of your business Now I've been

I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,

My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true) You don't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups) He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups) I don't trust no one (no one) My wrist is lookin' frozen

I'll bear the cross on Judgment Day I just slide, slide on by, never bad enough to crucify me Oh, whoa, yeah, on Judgment Day It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no, no Anyway, if I