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

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' n***a
Couldn't wait till I got a lil' bigger
Had a rap flow and [?] favorite song said "f**k 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 Tae, mo yo

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 n***as from the South know what the f**k I'm talkin' bout

b*t*h, I'm from Texas, mane
Aye, what go down? Whoop-di-whoop
b*t*h, I'm from Texas, mane
Rollin' scenes, what it do?
b*t*h, I'm from Texas, mane
That's on my momma, I swear to God
b*t*h, I'm from Texas, mane
Now what y'all know about them boys?
b*t*h, I'm from Texas, mane

b*t*h 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 f**k on you like a real n***a should
And f**k 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 b*t*h a choosy lover, never f**ked without a rubber
Can't get with that broad, and you know my n***as f**ked 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

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

It's [?], 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 [?]
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
n***as and hoes on d**k, 'cause it's the .45 clique
Like man
Twenties, fifties, hunnids in my hand, like man
n***as 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 n***as bout that-

(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 n***as from the South know what the f**k I'm talkin' bout

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