Texas

Now, what y'all know about them Texas boys?

Now, what y'all know about them Texas boys?

(What y'all know about them?)

Life movin' fast, that's why I sip slow

Used to wake up every morning jammin' Big Moe

That's when I was a lil' ****, couldn't wait till I got a lil' bigger

Had a Ralph Lauren shirt on, 'cause favorite songs said fuck Hilfiger

You know how that go, I let 'em know

I'm chillin' with my broad and you already know (You already know)

In the stu' goin' hard and I'm movin' real slow

I pulled a four, now I'm feelin' I'm Young Tay mode, yo

Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do

We be switchin' lanes, grippin' with grains, just rollin' with the crew

It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South

All my ****'s from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, ay, we'll go down, whoop-di-whoo

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, roll with scenes, what it do?

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, that's on my mama, I swear to God

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, now what y'all know about them boys?

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, that be the heart of the South

Where they slip on lean and ride on four's

And keep a grill in they mouth

If you ain't from my side of town, then stay your ass in the house

Them Texas boys will do you grimy, boy, you know what we 'bout

But say, lil' ho, let me tell you something good

I don't love you,  just fuck on you like a real **** should

And fuck these hoes, we don't trust 'em

And, boy, you know I don't love her

I hit her once, she fall in love 'cause I'm a dog in them covers

My bitch is choosy, love her, never fucked without a rubber

Can't get with that broad, and you know my ****'s fucked her

I'm from Texas, baby, trunks be bangin' hard like thunder

And one cup ain't enough, so when we sip, we pour another

I'm from Texas

Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do

We be switchin' lanes, grippin' with grains, just rollin' with the crew

It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South

All my ****'s from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, ay, we'll go down, whoop-di-whoo

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, rollin' scenes, what it do?

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, that's on my mama, I swear to God

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, now what y'all know about them boys?

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man

Come and dime on them fours, I'm from Texas, man

Smooth finessing all of these hoes, I'm from Texas, man

Whoop-di-whoop that's how it go, I'm from Texas, man

Sippin' drank and smoking dope (Spark up)

Messin' with the gang, you'll lose your brain

Head shots, chest shots, I mean anything

Coming up as a youngin', wanna ride swings

Coming up as a youngin', wanna sip the dranks

I'm in the mode, moving slow

I done let down the window

And I didn't peep this red ho

She peepin' me, so it's a go

I got the 'gar, I got the dro

Who got the spark? I lost that ho

I be full of that smoke, so if you got it, let me know

I am a young go getter

I ride, swing the four tipper

I sip, boy, no liquor

Them Texas boy gon'  finish

Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do

We be switchin' lanes, grippin' with grains, just rollin' with the crew

It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South

All my ****'s from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, ay, we'll go down, whoop-di-whoo

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, roll with scenes, what it do?

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, that's on my mama, I swear to God

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, now what y'all know about them boys?

It's me, Gee, and I'm a star, baby

I'm with the team and, trust me, they know who we are, baby

My windows tinted, laws can't see whats in my car, baby

Picked up a couple pints of purple, now I'm a bar, baby

Lemme tell ya'll how

For a start, I sold a whole case of codeine

And Promethazine, I'm about to make this green

And my team is the coldest, every day we ride deep

****'s and hoes don't deal 'cause it's the .45 clique

Like, man, 20, 50's, 100's in my hand

Like, man, ****'s really hate but know they fans

Like, man, break them boys off, I ain't playin'

Like, man, know what I'm sayin'? All my ****'s 'bout that

Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do

We be switchin' lanes, grippin' with grains, just rollin' with the crew

It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South

All my ****'s from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, ay, we'll go down, whoop-di-whoo

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, roll with scenes, what it do?

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man, that's on my mama I swear to God

Bitch, I'm from Texas, man

(Now what y'all know about them boys?)

Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do

We be switchin' lanes, grippin' with grains, just rollin' with the crew

It go, Texas from the south, Louisiana from the south

All my ****'s from the south know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout