Pushing stones on us is boring,
South Coast raised and born,
having plex you get broke
lips to catch a Texas Longhorn,
up that ass when I blast claiming Southeast H-Town,
Stacking cake,
stacking paint,
making player haters break down,
Looking for an exit cause Houston on the red *,
T-E-X-A-S is the state you don't mess with,
Cocked a Tex quick and check * to best
where it's fake from North to East,
But connected with the West since the third
coast, Grouping around the corner,
Rocking birds, sniffing slur, Puffing marijuana,
Screwed up Nick,
Rode thick,
and we think it down South,
Pop a nip,
try to trip,
then you whip a side out,
Fight head boys,
bring the noise,
Cloverland on the map,
Bailing through the Texas streets,
with my hand on my strap,
Every hour on the hour,
pouring pot and pyrex,
It's leaving you chestless if you're vested,
Don't mess with Texas,
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
Texas that's us,
And they glock's we trust,
cause our ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Glock knives we put,
And ain't no * with us,
cause our mock * don't thrill,
Cross the line at the border,
through this low thrust state,
And create drastic scenes,
better than Kidd King made,
Bust us out of here,
the title to this worldwide challenge,
Take one step and then I bust the other nine,
Don't matter,
ain't no rustling cattle,
I guess you'd think that was slow,
That's automatic,
static,
can't you wait to stay from front door,
Lifestyles like Frank White,
facing Capone,
Stacking G's,
jacking for keys,
when you went through this zone,
So you come at your own bitch,
no shots,
you call it,
Nine times out of ten,
I'm making it out,
I doubt it,
Fairy tales and riddles,
cut the sweet down the middle,
Fill it with weed to succeed,
I'm plotting to kill you,
Cowboys and niggas,
gang bangers and dope slingers,
Full of southern angels,
glocks we want in the chamber,
The mission leads to this puzzle,
it's to not drive justice,
If I was Jeff Bridges,
trying to buff the Texas,
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
Texas that gus,
and them glocks we truck,
Cause the ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
Glock lines we bust,
and ain't no * with us,
Cause the mock * don't grill,
haters wanna kill,
Lil' Kiki rappers getting tasty,
so try to feel,
Mock * don't grill,
haters wanna kill,
Southside Houston tasty,
so try to feel,
Hear the ear,
hear the year,
Texas has no fear,
Strapped with full of metal gear,
making it loud and clear,
Taking advantage,
you can't manage,
I'm a Southside and Vap is a lay it down,
Don't be found as a chain,
some massacre,
I'm asking you to chill,
better yet,
try to feel,
Stacking meals down to kill,
gang related for real,
Here's the deal,
nine to ten,
everything I'm on in,
If I lend,
then you spend,
pass the keys to the fence,
* a friend in this game,
cause it's all about cream,
Tech nine,
red beam,
and a murderous team,
Yeah we close to the border,
so won't you put in your order,
Pound the weed,
jug the water,
Pumping water at the bottom,
cause we gaining respect,
Mic check,
I select,
so let Texas connect,
You expect Kiki to hate,
but I set it off straight,
Brain or chest plate,
this the long start state,
Man, Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel,