BITCH I'M FROM TEXAS

Yellows, whales, chimps, pimps, rubbers to the gangbang

Got a lot of women, so you know we got them

And I ain't spittin' that shorty back

'Cause I got a lot of these females on their knees

'Cause they all want it

I call my boy B-Dawg, tell him put B-Dawg on my ice

Smoke cold in a can full of Freon

You talkin' 'bout you pissed off, bitch, you a peon

This weed is from Cali in my car, you a peon

I be shinin' like some neon, hatin' that bitch

Man, I wouldn't wanna be one

Every time they hear me talk, they like, "Damn, where's he from?"

Bitch, I'm from Texas, even out of Texas

I'm in that old school bag of kids droppin' regalists

I gave your bitch my number, now she won't stop textin'

20 thousand dollars for an iced-out regalist

Smokin' on the killer, I get full of Skrilla

I always smoke high, no, I don't smoke the middle

I got more zippers in the jacket off a Prilla

Big boss man, what I see inside the mirror

I can't decide as well, I should probably keep a break

Yeah, the way that dirty bomb should've hit me in the brain

Big boss with a smile on my face

I'm happy bein' a beast, 'cause I just beat my case

The smoke from the wood hit my eye, feel like mace

I just got some stamps, trade my lick for some shake

Bitch, I'm from Texas