Texas Made Lyrics

Shoot him in his face, he can't breathe Ain't no coming back, I be in the field

Making plays like a running back Smoking all this dope pass the wood, fuck a lumberjack

If you wanna spin, come and spin, bitch, we getting back

Ask me where I'm at, bitch, I'm all around Nigga talking reckless , we gon' get em got

Take em out of bounds Shout out Dallas, cause that's the Cowboys lane

We sippin' syrup, cause that's the Texas way

Bitch, I'm from the H, we clutch on them K's Can't forget the A, they pourin' up drank

Hardest youngin' out here, bitch, I'm rockin' with SA

Pack Touchdown in Laredo, gotta get it, gotta flip it

I got a bitch in Alvin, got a bitch in Corpus Christi

Can't forget El Paso, man, them niggas do you grimy

South from round that border, all my niggas really slimy

Youngin' on a come up and a nigga, really starving

Not starving for the food, bitch, I'm starving for the dollars

Big boss shit, please don't hit me with no problems

I don't wanna talk unless we talking bout the commas

Had to go get it, I got it now

I hit da switch got me low to the ground , keepin' a pistol, we bangin' it out

Hand me a Dutch and we airin' it out

Walk in the building, she staring me down

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I just popped a bean, now a nigga on some new shit

I just want the green, Yea lil baby thought you knew this

Bitch, it's M.O.B., money over bitches

Can't ever trust a nigga movin', funny, they some bitches

I done taught you how to cook, but you still hungry, you a pigeon

And if you ever try to rob me, you a dummy, we gon' blick him

We gon' blick him