Letras
From the seawall to the skyline, Texas
Where we're on one, and we all drive wreckless
On I-10 with the roof back, flexin'
Fully gassed up and it ain't no unleaded
Got me throwed off the rip, from the cup that I sip
I'ma represent Texas, third coast off the city
Everybody in my hood, either got it or, get it
I'm in it, ain't trippin', on this money mission
Got real one's from H-town to seawall with me
Watch for undercovers 'cause I keep on killin'
Raised in the county where the hustlers' dealin'
Only thing on my mind's keep my eyes on a million
Raised on the brick, so I might as well slang
Slow, loud and blown, with a trunk full of bang
I done came up from nothin', still doin' my thang
Stood in my lane, ain't a damn thing changed
Still keep aggressin', money invested
I'm the one who got it without a damn question
Mama told me, son, you're a blessin'
All this comin' in, I ain't even gon' stress it
County done taught me to live
H-town done taught me to dream
Bitch I still look up to Pimp
Keep it one thousand with my team
I break up and roll up the weed. Haters keep their eyes on a g
From 610 to G-town, and all in between
Gotta pop that trunk when you're knockin' fifteens
With the roof back, gone, 'cause the top is deceased
Chop it like my music 'cause I like a slow beat
See me in the Wicked off of 517
Always ridin' dirty, even though I'm lookin' clean
From seawall to skyline, we've got what you need
Bitch I'm still tippin', throwed off, reckless
Drivin' in the rain, like I'm Paul Wall swangin'
Dirty third coast, only place that I'm claimin'
Gotta represent for the lone star state
From the seawall to the skyline, Texas (H-town to G)
Where we're on one, and we all drive wreckless (Go on and swang homie)
On I-10 with the roof back, flexin' (My top gone)
Fully gassed up and it ain't no unleaded. Yeah I said it
From the seawall to the skyline, Texas (H-town to G)