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   Cock 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking 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   Fuck 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 fucking 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