Texas by FOE G4NG Lyrics

[Intro]
Now what y'all know about them Texas boys?
Now what y'all know about them Texas boys?
(What y'all know about them?)

[Verse 1]
Life movin' fast, that's why I sip slow
Used to wake up every morning jamming Big Moe
That's when I was a lil' nigga
Couldn't wait till I got a lil' bigger
Had a Ralph Lauren shit cause favorite song said "Fuck Hilfiger"
You know how that goes, I let 'em know
I'm chillin' with my broad, and you already know
In the stu' going hard, and I'm moving real slow
I poe'd a fo'
Now I'm feeling like I'm Young Tay mo-yo

[Pre-Chorus]
Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do
We be switchin' lanes, grippin' wood grain, just rollin' with the crew
It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South
All my niggas from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Aye, what go down? Whoop-di-whoop
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Rollin' scenes, what it do?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
That's on my momma, I swear to God
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Now what y'all know about them boys?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane

[Verse 2 Dee Byrd/Burgerman]
Bitch I'm from Texas
That be the heart of the South
Where they sip lean and ride on fo's and keep a grill in they mouth
If you ain't from my side of town, then stay yo ass in the house
Them Texas boys would do you grimy, boy, you know what we 'bout
But, say, lil' hoe
Let me tell you something good
I don't love you, just fuck on you like a real nigga should
And fuck these hoes we don't trust 'em
And boy you know I don't love her
I hit her once, she falls in love, 'cause I'm a dog in them covers
My bitch a choosy lover, never fucked without a rubber
Can't get with that broad, and you know my niggas fucked her
I'm from Texas, baby, drugs be bangin' hard like thunder
And one cup ain't enough so when we sip we pour another
I'm from Texas
[Pre-Chorus]
Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do
We be switchin' lanes, grippin' wood grain, just rollin' with the crew
It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South
All my niggas from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Aye, what go down? Whoop-di-whoop
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Rollin' scenes, what it do?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
That's on my momma, I swear to God
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Now what y'all know about them boys?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane

[Verse 3 - Jay Lee/SpliffYungBuckets]
Comin' down on them fo's, I'm from Texas, mane
Smooth finessin' all of these hoes, I'm from Texas, mane
Whoop-di-whoop, that's how it go, I'm from Texas, mane
Sippin' drank and smokin' dro (spark up)
Messin' with the gang, you would lose yo brain
Headshots, chest shots, aim at anything
Comin' up as a youngin, wanna ride swangs
Comin' up as a youngin, wanna sip drank
I'm in the Mo', moving slow
I dun let down the window
And I dun peeped this red hoe
She peepin' me, so it's a go
I got the gore, I got the dro
Who got the spark? I lost that hoe
I be full off that smoke, so if you got it, let me know
I am a young go-getter
I ride slung and go tippa
I sip bar, no liquor
Them Texas boys gon fill us
[Pre-Chorus]
Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do
We be switchin' lanes, grippin' wood grain, just rollin' with the crew
It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South
All my niggas from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Aye, what go down? Whoop-di-whoop
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Rollin' scenes, what it do?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
That's on my momma, I swear to God
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Now what y'all know about them boys?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane

[Verse 4 - Nick Greedy]
It's Nick G, and I'm a star, baby
I'm with the team, and trust me, they know who we are, baby
My windows tinted, laws can't see what's in my car, baby
Picked up a couple pints of purple, now I'm a Barre baby
Lemme tell y'all how
For a start, I sold a whole case of codeine
And promethazine, I'm boutta make this green
And my team is the coldest, every day we ride thick
Niggas and hoes on dick, 'cause it's the .45 clique
Like man
Twenties, fifties, hunnids in my hand, like man
Niggas really hate, but know they fans, like man
Break them boys off, I ain't playin', like man
Know what I'm sayin'? All my niggas bout that-

[Pre-Chorus]
Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do
We be switchin' lanes, grippin' wood grain, just rollin' with the crew
It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South
All my niggas from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Aye, what go down? Whoop-di-whoop
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
Rollin' scenes, what it do?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane
That's on my momma, I swear to God
Bitch, I'm from Texas, mane

[Outro]
(slowed)
Now what y'all know about them boys?
Candy paint and sippin' drank, they all know what we do
We be switchin' lanes, grippin' wood grain, just rollin' with the crew
It go, Texas from the South, Louisiana from the South
All my niggas from the South know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout