Don't Mess Wit Texas
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Pushin' stones with us, it's goin' South Coast, raised and born
Havin' plex, you get broke next or catch a Texas longhorn
Up that ass when I blast, claimin' SouthEast H-Town
Bakin' cakes, stackin' papes, makin' playa haters break down
Got you lookin' for an exit 'cause Houston on a wreck shit
T-E-X-A-S is the state you don't mess with
Cock the- cock the TECs quick, check-check shit, the best
Where respect from North to East connect the best
Yes, it's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' syrup, puffin' marijuana
Yes, it's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' syrup, puffin' marijuana
Yes, it's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' syrup, puffin' marijuana
Screwed up big, roll deep and we kick it Down South
Pop a Nip, try to trip, hit you with the sawed off
Find the boys, bring the noise, Cloverland on the map
Through the- through the Texas street with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour, 'bout them- 'bout them Pyrexes
Leavin'- leavin' you chestless if you're vestless
Thumpin' Texas
The ash's the ash, the dust's the dust
Texas stack gats and they Glocks with rust
'Cause the ash's the ash, the dust's the dust
Glock 19s and ain't no fuckin' with us
'Cause I'm the South, and you're bound to hate us
Wanna kill us? Well, keep me in your thoughts
I'm Southside, so try to feel us
'Cause I'm the South, and you're bound to hate us
Wanna kill us? Well, keep me in your thoughts
I'm Southside, so try to feel us
Honored the border to this Lone Star state
And create drastic scenes B-Lit and Kidd can't make
Watch the saddle hit the saddle to this worldwide chatter
Take one step and then I bust the other, nine don't matter
Rustin'- rustlin' cowards, I guess you think that we slow
As automatics catch you- catch you at the station front door
Life styles like Frank White and Spacey Capone
Stackin' G's, take my keys when you enter the zone
Turn your gun at your own fist, them shots you're callin'
Nine times out of ten'll make it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales are real, cut the sweet down the middle
Fill it with weed to succeed, I don't plot to kill you
Cowboys and niggas, gangbangers and dope slangers
Full of- full of Southern anger, Glock 21 in the chamber
So listen- listen to this brother, it's to not try and test this
You'll find yourself reckless tryna punk the Texas
The ash's the ash, the dust's the dust
Texas stack gats and they Glocks with rust
'Cause the ash's the ash, the dust's the dust
Glock 19s and ain't no fuckin' with us
'Cause I'm the South, and you're bound to hate us
Wanna kill us? Well, keep me in your thoughts
I'm Southside, so try to feel us
'Cause I'm the South, and you're bound to hate us
Wanna kill us? Well, keep me in your thoughts
I'm Southside, so try to feel us
Iller, ill, yeah, the real Texas has no fear
Strapped with four mill', mill', makin' it loud and clear
Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside ambassador
Lay it down or be found as a chainsaw massacre
I'm askin' you to deal, better yet try to feel
Stackin' mills down to kill, gang related for real
Here's the deal, 90-10, everything I want in
If I lend, then you spend, pass the keys to the Benz
Fuck a friend in this game 'cause it's all about cream
TEC-9, red beam and a murderin' team
Yeah, we close to the border, so won't you put in your order?
Pound of weed, jug of water, half a chick and a quarter
Puffin' harder at the bottom 'cause we gainin' respect
Mic check, I select, only Texas connect
You expectin' me to hate, but I set it off straight
Brain or chest plate, it's the Lone Star State
Havin' plex, you get broke next or catch a Texas longhorn
Up that ass when I blast, claimin' SouthEast H-Town
Bakin' cakes, stackin' papes, makin' playa haters break down
Got you lookin' for an exit 'cause Houston on a wreck shit
T-E-X-A-S is the state you don't mess with
Cock the- cock the TECs quick, check-check shit, the best
Where respect from North to East connect the best
Yes, it's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' syrup, puffin' marijuana
Yes, it's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' syrup, puffin' marijuana
Yes, it's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' syrup, puffin' marijuana
Screwed up big, roll deep and we kick it Down South
Pop a Nip, try to trip, hit you with the sawed off
Find the boys, bring the noise, Cloverland on the map
Through the- through the Texas street with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour, 'bout them- 'bout them Pyrexes
Leavin'- leavin' you chestless if you're vestless
Thumpin' Texas
The ash's the ash, the dust's the dust
Texas stack gats and they Glocks with rust
'Cause the ash's the ash, the dust's the dust
Glock 19s and ain't no fuckin' with us
'Cause I'm the South, and you're bound to hate us
Wanna kill us? Well, keep me in your thoughts
I'm Southside, so try to feel us
'Cause I'm the South, and you're bound to hate us
Wanna kill us? Well, keep me in your thoughts
I'm Southside, so try to feel us
Honored the border to this Lone Star state
And create drastic scenes B-Lit and Kidd can't make
Watch the saddle hit the saddle to this worldwide chatter
Take one step and then I bust the other, nine don't matter
Rustin'- rustlin' cowards, I guess you think that we slow
As automatics catch you- catch you at the station front door
Life styles like Frank White and Spacey Capone
Stackin' G's, take my keys when you enter the zone
Turn your gun at your own fist, them shots you're callin'
Nine times out of ten'll make it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales are real, cut the sweet down the middle
Fill it with weed to succeed, I don't plot to kill you
Cowboys and niggas, gangbangers and dope slangers
Full of- full of Southern anger, Glock 21 in the chamber
So listen- listen to this brother, it's to not try and test this
You'll find yourself reckless tryna punk the Texas
The ash's the ash, the dust's the dust
Texas stack gats and they Glocks with rust
'Cause the ash's the ash, the dust's the dust
Glock 19s and ain't no fuckin' with us
'Cause I'm the South, and you're bound to hate us
Wanna kill us? Well, keep me in your thoughts
I'm Southside, so try to feel us
'Cause I'm the South, and you're bound to hate us
Wanna kill us? Well, keep me in your thoughts
I'm Southside, so try to feel us
Iller, ill, yeah, the real Texas has no fear
Strapped with four mill', mill', makin' it loud and clear
Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside ambassador
Lay it down or be found as a chainsaw massacre
I'm askin' you to deal, better yet try to feel
Stackin' mills down to kill, gang related for real
Here's the deal, 90-10, everything I want in
If I lend, then you spend, pass the keys to the Benz
Fuck a friend in this game 'cause it's all about cream
TEC-9, red beam and a murderin' team
Yeah, we close to the border, so won't you put in your order?
Pound of weed, jug of water, half a chick and a quarter
Puffin' harder at the bottom 'cause we gainin' respect
Mic check, I select, only Texas connect
You expectin' me to hate, but I set it off straight
Brain or chest plate, it's the Lone Star State