Don’t Mess wit Texas

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Put your stones in dust and worn, South coast raised and born Having plex, you get broke loose and catch that Texas longhorn Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' Southeast H-Town Stackin' cakes stackin' paper 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 with Cock the TECs quick, and check shit, the best Well respected from north to east But connected with the west It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner Rockin' birds, sippin' syrup, puffin' marijuana Screwed Up Click roll deep and we kick it down south Pop the lip, try to trip, hit you with the sawed off Botany Boys bring the noise, Cloverland on the map Bailin' through the Texas streets with my hand on my strap Every hour on the hour pourin powder in Pyrexes Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas [Chorus] Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Texas, that's us, and in Glocks we trust, cause, uh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Glock 9s we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause, uh Mark shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Mark shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me [Verse 2] Cross the line at the border to this Lone Star State And create drastic scenes Billy 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 door Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' Kapone Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone Tell your colleagues you won't want this North sides took over 9 times out of 10 I'm 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 dope slangers 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 Mark shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Mark shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas has no fear Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside ambassador 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, jug 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 Mark shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Mark shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me