[Intro]

(Blazer got the juice)

Testing, testing, alright

You can cut out that other shit

(Ayo, AIM)

(Yeah, run it up, Blondo)

Ayy

[Verse 1]

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 bеfore he went to Hеaven

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

[Interlude]

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

[Verse 2]

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 feeling like Luka how I ball, that shit a blessin'

Number one rule in Texas, keep it solid, 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, might just go Johnny my next ones

Ayy, this Texas tea is what I drink

Sauce Walka had us drippin' sauce, havin' hoes, and on drank

Yung Nation had us jigging, dippin', ain't know how to think

Now I got all these niggas steppin', swipin', catchin' plays (Ayy)