This is Suarez B! Cut it up!You hear that?White Cup Gang, that's that mudClub with cheese, club with gang, fat cityNow we started from the mother***ing bottomBut our bottom is a little bit different from y'all bottom, you know what I'm saying?We started out drinking deuces a dayThen it went to fours, then it went to pintsNow we got gallons and ***Cocaine, big businessCartel connected, mama protected, we're respectedWelcome to Texas, bitchLadies and gentlemen!Look, I'm proud to be a Texan, a veteran with blitzShooters, it's DBSIt's all in my necklace, my jury booAnd Benny Hunter ***, got fried rice, shrimp, and extra garlic butterI'm a boss, I'm with Terry Mouse and that's my Florida mustI'm bitch rock, let's step down, man, *** thatB-A-1, on a daily basis, we weigh tonsIn my marching band, pack K-DrumsI'm spittin' bitch rap rappersI got my bread up on these rappersI'm on the phone now, I never slow downI spit up on these rappersI trap steel, got app dealsGot Ted Chops and weed strainsI'm a city boy, I know Titty BoyHe rock two chains, I rock three chainsFrom H-Time to D-TimeThis black and brown and we make greenTwo teaspoons, we taste leanThis Texas hoe, we make kingsI've been trappin', I've been rappin'I've been scrappin' all my lifeI don't know about you shootersBut my shooters ride at nightI started from the bottom, then I came upAnd I throw your *** upAnd you in the game, bruhCause all my partners, they LL'sBut they'll still split your LLWhat the eff you talkin' bout?I blew the tick, I'm walking outCause I started from the bottom, then I came upAnd I put your hands up if you on the same stuffThey dream about the bombHeard them boys can slimeBoys got you in your pizzaUsed to ask my homie TomSaid I'm ridin' this knockin'Bet you that they comin'Learn it, learn it off the sinkDon't you ask nobodyKeep it, keep it off the streetsThat's what facts eatin' startedEasy eatin' hotIt's Lizzy Riggs without no bottlesHit it, baby RichShe sleepin', sleepin' like a ponchoAll in this MohammedSlap that cruise controlDouble, double cut the crushRun my pockets with the highMoney than the bitchGet my mudflaps on the floorShawty, shawty on the wristMake her ass look like moneyAsk me, ask me for some bricksI've been trappin', I've been rappin'I've been scrappin' all my lifeI don't know about your shootersBut my shooters ride at nightI started from the bottom, then I came upAnd I throw your *** upIt get you in a game, bruhCause all my partners, they lilinsBut they'll still split your millionWhat the eff you talkin' bout?I blew the tick, I'm walkin' outCause I started from the bottom, then I came inNow put your hands up if you on the same streetIt's Southside, Southside of the streetsI didn't stand until I breatheAnd nip that, nip that cold degreeHold my ball down, leave the keyAnd ask, go ask around the leagueHang around with cold decreesRepresent that dignityLet that growth start to sell keysGo hard at, go hard at where it leadsWhat's it gonna take?On three, on threePut this *** up on the lineGot this *** on fireThem bars, them bars has really doneCame from bottom, sunk, sunkDouble cook the dirty mudToppin' Roscoe with that sauceThey keep, they keep it on the slushTakin' off, I'm on a rushTry to play Los AngelesHardest artist on this busHere we come in foreign carsCall the law, break it downI'm the S.A. movie starNo more pangas, steady jobGot it harder than the sunGettin' giggled by the nunsFamous judges with a mouthI'm the team, no matter howAll the lovers carry gunsI'm the team, no matter howAll the lovers carry gunsI'm the team, no matter how