(Blazer got the juice) testin', testin', alright You can cut out that other shi' (ayo, AIM) (Yeah, 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)
Ayy, we always strapped, we keep our weapons My mama 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 pushin' P was before Gunna even said it
Ayy, see, Z-Ro taught me keep my weapon And never trust a nigga or a bitch 'cause it's expected Know killers from the country, they ride horses and throw sevens Got niggas in the 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 e'ybody 'round this bitch got guns, nigga
Ayy, see, I'm from Texas (Texas) We got Beyoncé, Trae tha Truth, and we can't forget Devin Big shout out to them boys and I can't forget 'bout them Texans I been feelin' like Luka how I ball, that shit a blessin'
Number one rule in Texas, keep it silent, ain't no tellin' (tellin') Ayy, and always keep your fuckin' weapon A nigga try me or the guys, we got no choice but stretch him If he survive these shots at first, bet he die on that stretcher
These diamonds, I got water, mane, just go down in my next ones Ayy, this Texas tea is what I drink Sauce Walka had us drippin' sauce, havin' hoes in on drank Yung Nation had us jiggin', dippin', ain't know how to think Now I got all these niggas steppin', swipin', catchin' plays (ayy)
