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)