Texas

(Blazer got the juice) Testing, testing, alright You can cut out that other shit (Ayo, AIM) (Yeah, yeah, run it up, Blondo, run it up, Blondo) Ayy Bitch I'm from Texas Where we still ride in swangas and put diamonds in our necklace Pour drank inside my lemonade 'til it look like a Pepsi See I come from the D where we got shags and we be flexin' If you ain't from my state then you should know don't fuck with Texas (don't fuck with Texas) Aye We always strapped we keep our weapons My momma from the H she slowed it down for me at seven Used to think Pimp C was a god before he went to heaven I knew what pushing p was before Gunna even said it Aye See Z-Ro taught me keep my weapon And never trust a Nigga or a bitch 'cause it's expected No killas from the country they ride horses and throw sevens Got niggas in East ride ATVs with Mac 11s (First off, you better remember what that sign say 'fore you come down here in this bitch) (Don't mess with Texas) ('Cause you know everybody 'round this bitch got guns, nigga) Ayy, see I'm from Texas We got Beyoncé Trae the Truth and we can't forget Devin Big shoutout to dem boys and I can't forget about them Texans I been feeling like Luka how I ball that shit a blessing Number one rule in Texas keep it silent ain't no telling Aye And always keep your fucking weapon A nigga try me or the guys we got no choice but stretch them If he survive these shots at first bet he die on that stretcher These diamonds I got water might just go and Johnny my next ones Aye This Texas tea is what I drink Sauce Walka had us dripping sauce, having hoes, and on drank Young Nation had us jigging dipping ain't know how to think Now I got all these niggas stepping swiping catching plays (aye)