We From Texas

(Yo, Ben) Rizzoo, Rizzoo, cutting up Pour the mud before I even brush my teeth (brush my teeth) Pull up like a diaper 'cause he think I'm sweet (uh) Bitches sweatin' me like my name is Keith You know he shoot like the wave, ridin' with the heat Pockets full of blues like BX, put me in the set I'll sneak the tool up on the boat, all private jet You want the ARP, the Glock with the switch, or the TEC? Ridin' 'round in a Ferrari like a horse with some tech This Gen do tricks, disappear, hocus-pocus Every time I make another ten, I just get focused Man, this chick love my sauce, she comin' back like it's loaded You with the hoop for your jewelry, man, that's your lil' boat I can't beef, let the racks talk, we'll pass her when the track talk Man, these niggas goin' broke, now they ain't got shit to rap on Put your bitch up in the lot, make her quit, tap off I'm on my grind now, I can't sit and be asked on Pocket swole, Margiela face with the lean, poured an eight Pray every day that drip and go and beat his case Drive the car like Jeff Gordon Rizzo, damn, you in the race Wrist full of yellow diamonds, hurt their eyes like mace I was a badass, snotty nose, stealin' out the Conoco I was on a piece, then stealin' from the Domino Rockin' all the Yellowstones, broke a bitch on Yellowstone She handed me the fee, she was a badass yellowbone Hey, catch you mugging my nigga Catch a new case, get this bag, then go do the race Hey, these fuck niggas ain't havin' no rank And they really ain't steppin', these niggas is fake If he reach for my chain, he get shot in the face Throw the Glock in the river, ain't leavin' no trace I can say that I'm havin' that shit, but you can't 'Cause you ain't runnin' up like 10K every day Got a phone call, that's a whole 'nother play We the wave and the rest of these boys in the way I'm the type that'll spit in a bitch-nigga face If he ain't tryna punch, I'ma slide with the K You the type that'll tell if you go on a stain Nigga know where I'm from, we don't mention no name I remember them days I was locked in the cage In the race, now I'm in the free world gettin' paid These niggas' bitches be stalkin' my page Niggas lame, they gon' die for this lil' bit of fame Gon' cut out his tongue if he mention my name When we catch him, we might just send him out of space Bobo he a demon, it's all in his face He ain't get it in blood, he gon' take out his brain These diamonds so icy, feel like Johnny Dang And this chopper go "shh," 'cause we silenced the Dracs, ay Pocket swole, Margiela face with the lean, poured an eight Pray every day that drip and go and beat his case Drive the car like Jeff Gordon Rizzo, damn, you in the race Wrist full of yellow diamonds, hurt their eyes like mace I was a badass, snotty nose, stealin' out the Conoco I was on a piece, then stealin' from the Domino Rockin' all the Yellowstones, broke a bitch on Yellowstone She handed me the fee, she was a badass yellowbone (she's hot)