Texas Shit - Peezy, Thf Law & Herbert Randall Wright：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Peezy, Thf Law & Herbert Randall Wright

Texas Shit

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Texas Shitは、アルバム『』の一部として2025年9月26日に#Boyz Entertainment LLC / EMPIREによりリリースされましたSTILL GHETTO

曲の詳細

アルバムSTILL GHETTO

リリース日2025年9月26日

レーベル#Boyz Entertainment LLC / EMPIRE

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM83

概要

歌詞

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Peezy

Vocals

Thf Law

Vocals

G Herbo

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Herbert R Wright

Herbert R Wright

Songwriter

Phillip Peaks

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

808 Jayy

Producer

Koncept P

Producer

Sharif

Producer

Roger Goodman

Mixing Engineer

Julian Suleiman

Julian Suleiman

Mixing Engineer

Michael Wyatt Fire4Hire

Michael Wyatt Fire4Hire

Mixing Engineer

Phillip Peaks

Assistant Recording Engineer

Michael Wyatt

Mastering Engineer

Skyler Gibbons

Mixing Engineer

歌詞

[Intro]

Do you not get the Koncept?

808 Jayy got that fire

[Chorus]

Sippin' drank, I'm choppin' screw, bitch, I'm on my Texas shit

Can't even bring lil' bro and them to the club 'cause they be stretchin' shit

I just blocked my lil' ho number, she be on too much extra shit

I just spent five thousand in Dior, lil' bitch, I'm fresh as shit

Pick your casket out, you play with us, 'cause we gon' bless a bitch

Chop your fuckin' hand right off your arm, you touch these necklaces

Call my dawg a personal trainer, why? 'Cause he gon' stretch a bitch

Make 'em spin your block in the SRT 'cause they can't catch this bitch, bitch

[Verse 1]

Big Ghetto, I'm back in mode

Back on location

Fuck this famous shit, I want control

I'm off probation

Me and youngin, and we both got poles

Traumatized, I don't trust a soul

Run up on his car, we gon' (Brrt)

Just like granny, ****, from back in the day

Get on yo' ass with a (Switch)

Junkies get on buses and come from 'cross the 8 to buy this shit

Servin' A1 fent, fiends goin' both ways

Some want raw and some want dimes and nicks

Sippin' Wock' and a Pepsi, I'm just tryin' shit

All that shit forever

Take a bitch out the Warren and Conner projects, turn her up forever

Movin' cross state lines to get that check, you know I'm with whatever

In the D, it's cold, so I wear Louis sweaters

Can't name nobody that do it better

Chasin' letters, movin' through the ghetto

[Chorus]

Sippin' drank, I'm choppin' screw, bitch, I'm on my Texas shit

Can't even bring lil' bro and them to the club 'cause they be stretchin' shit

I just blocked my lil' ho number, she be on too much extra shit

I just spent five thousand in Dior, lil' bitch, I'm fresh as shit

Pick your casket out, you play with us, 'cause we gon' bless a bitch

Chop your fuckin' hand right off your arm, you touch these necklaces

Call my dawg a personal trainer, why? 'Cause he gon' stretch a bitch

Make 'em spin your block in the SRT 'cause they can't catch this bitch

[Verse 2]

SRT beat up the street, every passenger got a stick

They hit the lights on 43rd, I fucked 'em up 'bout 55th

I'm beefin' with a homeless ****, I swear ain't nothin' worse than this

He like shootin' up houses knowin' I can't shoot up where he live

I can't sit outside his crib, I just take his block and bend

Aye, Big Ghetto, I might shoot this bitch up, I should not go in

I'ma sip my four of Tris, I'm a parking lot pimp

If it go down, I'm gon' show a **** what a handler is

And I handle biz

Count that paper out, I'll bring you ten

Really play with fent

They think I break cars down the middle

This here ain't no rental

I went to the lot and got the big one

But we in there with Dracs and switches

Movin' through the ghetto

[Chorus]

Sippin' drank, I'm choppin' screw, bitch, I'm on my Texas shit

Can't even bring lil' bro and them to the club 'cause they be stretchin' shit

I just blocked my lil' ho number, she be on too much extra shit

I just spent five thousand in Dior, lil' bitch, I'm fresh as shit

Pick your casket out, you play with us 'cause we gon' bless a bitch

Chop your fuckin' hand right off your arm, you touch these necklaces

Call my dawg a personal trainer, why? 'Cause he gon' stretch a bitch

Make 'em spin your block in the SRT 'cause they can't catch this bitch, bitch

[Verse 3]

If you can't complete the mission, we violate for negligence

I should've been rich at eighteen, but I was on some regular shit

Put a 41 on my soldier, now he feel like the president

You would think he'd teach yoga, all he be doin' is stretchin' shit

Lil' ho wake me up like 4, just top me off, she heaven-sent

I rock Chrome, Louis, Rick, bitch, I'm fresh as a peppermint

Spent my last grip and flipped a brick 'cause I wasn't hesitant

Did everything for 150 Dreamteam, my ass had a letterman

If it's opps at the door, ****, let 'em in

What the fuck I look like yellin' out, "Let 'em live"?

I took loss after loss, I gotta win

I gotta win

Cyberbeast got no exhaust, I'm 'bout to spin

[Chorus]

Sippin' drank, I'm choppin' screw, bitch, I'm on my Texas shit

Can't even bring lil' bro and them to the club 'cause they be stretchin' shit

I just blocked my lil' ho number, she be on too much extra shit

I just spent five thousand in Dior, lil' bitch, I'm fresh as shit

Pick your casket out, you play with us 'cause we gon' bless a bitch

Chop your fuckin' hand right off your arm, you touch these necklaces

Call my dawg a personal trainer, why? 'Cause he gon' stretch a bitch

Make 'em spin your block in the SRT 'cause they can't catch this bitch, bitch

Written by: Herbert R Wright, Phillip Glen Earl Peaks

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