Don't Mess Wit Texas

Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born

Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn

Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town

Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters break down

If you're lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit

T-e-x-a-s is the state you don't mess wit

Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to vest

Where respect shit from north to east

Well connected with the west

It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner

Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana

Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down South

Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed off

Find your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map

Bailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my strap

Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis

Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me

Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me

Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state

And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't make

Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide tower

Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter

Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow

It's automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's front do'

Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' Kapone

Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone

Tell your colleage you won't want this

North sides took over

9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it

Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle

Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya

Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers

Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber

So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try test us

You find yourself restless tryin' to fuck with Texas

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me

Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me

Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear

Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear

Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouce

So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of massacre

I'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to feel

Stackin' mills down the kilo, gang related for real

Here's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even

If I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the Benz

Fuck a friend in this game, cause it's all about greed

Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin' team

Yeah we're close to the border so won't you put in your order

Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or quarter

Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect

Might check, I select, soly Texas connected

You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all straight

Brain or chest plate, it's the lonestar state

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me

Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me

Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me