Texas

(Drvmlord)

Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas

Everybody 'round this bitch keep a weapon

Everybody 'round this bitch used to steppin'

Stay out the way 'cause this shit can get deadly

Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas

We throwin' bows on the big-body Chevy

Swangin' the slab like the fenders were heavy

We pop shit on sight, better cut out your staring, ayy

Bitch, I'm from Texas, where we pour a four in our beverages, sip on that drank 'til we heavy

Bitch, I'm from Texas, where Mexicans and Blacks stand together, we keep this shit healthy, ayy

Standin' on business, don't care if you feel it, make sure that you comin' correctly, ayy

Bad hoes and bitches, big dogs with no leashes, I bet that your bum get embarrassed

In the woods, we got hogs and coyotes

They eat up dead bodies, don't care 'bout no evidence

Everybody out here really ready to kill

Your block, we ain't trippin' 'bout spinnin' it, huh

The jewelry, the cars, the clothes, the hoes

Everything that y'all do, we invented it, huh

The bitches outchea eat the meat off the bone

They gon' swallow them kids, they ain't spittin' it, hey

Huh, bitch, I'm from Texas

Everybody 'round this bitch keep a weapon

Everybody 'round this bitch used to steppin'

Stay out the way 'cause this shit can get deadly

Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas

We throwin' bows on the big-body Chevy

Swangin' the slab like the fenders were heavy

We pop shit on sight, better cut out your staring, ayy

Mamas and aunties and grandmamas cryin'

'Cause children outchea in the streets and they dyin'

Clutchin' on pistols, just tryin' to survive

That's how we get it down here in the South

Everybody got some guns in the couch

Everybody got some golds in they mouth

Everybody got a speaker system

Put the beat in they trunk while they cruise down the block

'Cause they servin' that work for it

Out here in the South, they'll kill and they'll really go to war for it

**** kick in your door for it

Yeah, we bustin' your ass, you get put on the floor for it

At the top where I'm puttin' my name at

I'ma claim it, I'm comin' for greatness

On the block where the kid used to hang at

Clutchin' my pipe, really ready to bang that, ayy

Bitch, I'm from Texas

Everybody 'round this bitch keep a weapon

Everybody 'round this bitch used to steppin'

Stay out the way 'cause this shit can get deadly

Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas

We throwin' bows on the big-body Chevy

Swangin' the slab like the fenders were heavy

We pop shit on sight, better cut out your staring, bitch, huh

Woo, huh

Yeah, you feel me? Yeah

Ayy, that bitch hard, that's good right there