(Blazer got the juice) testin', testin', alright

You can cut out that other shi' (ayo, AIM)

(Yeah, 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 f*ck with Texas (don't f*ck 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 before he went to Heaven

I knew what pushin' P was before Gunna even said it

Ayy, see, Z-Ro taught me keep my weapon

And never trust a n***a or a b***h '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

First off, you better remember what that sign say 'fore you come down here in this b***h

Don't mess with Texas

'Cause you know e'ybody 'round this b***h got guns, n***a

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 feelin' like Luka how I ball, that s**t a blessin'

Number one rule in Texas, keep it silent, ain't no tellin' (tellin')

Ayy, and always keep your fuckin' weapon

A n***a 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, mane, just go down in my next ones

Ayy, this Texas tea is what I drink

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

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

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