Lil' KeKe - Don't Mess Wit Texas Lyrics
Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town Bakin' cakes stackin' hate 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 wit ***** the tech, spit, and check shit to vest Where respect shit from north to east Well connected with the west It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down South Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed off Find your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map Bailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my strap Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit 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 *****ing wit us, cause uh Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state And create drastic c's, lil' 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 do' Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' Kapone Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone Tell your colleage you won't want this North sides took over 9 times out of 10 I 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 dopeslangers 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 ***** 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 *****ing wit us, cause uh Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouce 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 ***** 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, chug 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 *****ing wit us, cause uh Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me
