We From Texas (feat. Sauce Walka, Slim Thug & Z-Ro)

Pay attention, ****, Texas is here, ain't no stuntin'

Huntin' money for the rest of the year

S.U.C., Don Ke, now the pressure is near

I like it glossy, ****, tell 'em extra coats of clear

Hell yeah, chandelier from the neck to the ear, top tier

Got them haters out here walkin' in fear, that's what it is

I'm from Houston, ****, simple and plain, not a stain

And this SLAB shit run in my vein, hall of fame, ****

Welcome to the Lone Star state, check thе plate

I got Texas in my veins, my gamе is Texas pride

Yeah, the hustlers at the table, now Texas is outside, ****

The trill is back, we takin' off

Catch me livin' like a legend and movin' just like a boss

Like a boss

Texas tatted on my arm, Houston tatted on my back

But way before the tats, Thugga been reppin' that

That's facts, in this underground I got a lot of plaques

That's cars for these Texas boss, better check the stats

Still holdin', beatin' up every road I'm rollin'

Thirteen cars, hell nah, none stolen

We some livin' legends, yeah, we movin' like a boss

Twenty-plus in the game and still ain't fell off, huh

I'm from Texas, Benz and Rolexes what we was wearin'

Diamond teeth, when you was just buyin' a necklace

Where everybody plug is they uncle or a Mexican

Where they pour medicine to fight they pain when they stressin'

To make it out the pen in my state, that's a blessing

You graduate to Huntsville from selling weight, that's a lesson

Where you might end up with four kids from all these girls out here dressin' all they booties fat

Slant line, all the Buicks matte

Yeah, I'm from Texas, where the stadiums like our cars, all the roofs detached, oowee

I got Texas in my veins, my game is Texas pride

Yeah, the hustlers at the table, now Texas is outside, ****

The trill is back, we takin' off

Catch me livin' like a legend and movin' just like a boss

Boss

Boss

Uh, I'm livin' just like a boss

My shit look like an elementary, it don't look like a house

Shit look like chandeliers, that shit don't look like our mouths

They come here and bite our shit, that's why they shit sound like the South

Really counted a million, you know how long it took me

I'm an H-Town legend, gon' take a little more to book me

I used to stand on Rich Van and Rockford, rock me a cookie

I don't sell that shit no more, though, I got something to say

Used to chase money, now it chase me like I'm runnin' away

They can't talk to me, no more unless they got somethin' to pay

Don't get it twisted, I'm still me, I'll punch someone in the face

I got a bodyguard now, he right behind me while I'm walkin'

I got Texas in my veins, you hear the size when I'm talkin'

Robert Davis, Chad Butler, Kenneth Moore, and John Hawkins

They my **** and I miss 'em, and I think about 'em often

For them I keep goin' hard, my hustle will never soften

It's the South