[Intro]
(Drvmlord)

[Chorus: RNB.FOEMOB]
Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas
Everybody 'round this bitch keep a weapon
Everybody 'round this bitch used to steppin'
Stay out the way 'cause this shit can get deadly
Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas
We throwin' bows on the big-body Chevy
Swangin' the slab like the fenders were heavy
We pop shit on sight, better cut out your staring, ayy

[Verse 1: RNB.FOEMOB]
Bitch, I'm from Texas, where we pour a four in our beverages, sip on that drank 'til we heavy
Bitch, I'm from Texas, where Mexicans and Blacks stand together, we keep this shit healthy, ayy
Standin' on businеss, don't care if you feel it, make sure that you comin' corrеctly, ayy
Bad hoes and bitches, big dogs with no leashes, I bet that your bum get embarrassed
In the woods, we got hogs and coyotes
They eat up dead bodies, don't care 'bout no evidence
Everybody out here really ready to kill
Your block, we ain't trippin' 'bout spinnin' it, huh
The jewelry, the cars, the clothes, the hoes
Everything that y'all do, we invented it, huh
The bitches outchea eat the meat off the bone
They gon' swallow them kids, they ain't spittin' it, hey
[Chorus: RNB.FOEMOB & Paul Wall]
Huh, bitch, I'm from Texas
Everybody 'round this bitch keep a weapon
Everybody 'round this bitch used to steppin'
Stay out the way 'cause this shit can get deadly
Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas
We throwin' bows on the big-body Chevy
Swangin' the slab like the fenders were heavy (What it do?)
We pop shit on sight, better cut out your staring, ayy (Paul Wall)

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
Straight out of T-E-X-as (Texas)
Whole lot of syrup and juice like it's breakfast (Breakfast)
We make the trunk flip up like a deadlift (Deadlift)
I cleared every box on the checklist (Checklist)
Hatin' on us, for sure, that's a death wish (Death wish)
Please make an exit, this shit can get treacherous (Treacherous)
Ridin' on candy and chrome 'cause that is our preference (Preference)
Players only in Texas, no petulance (No petulance)
It's nothin' but hard grinders (Hard grinders)
Down here, we got our own designers (Got our own designers)
Swingin' that 'Lac, ridin' on recliner (Ridin' on recliner)
But I could catch boppers if I rode on primer (I rode on primer)
'Cause I'm Texas made (Uh), Texas paid (Yeah)
We tip on fours and we tap on blades
From the 281 to the 210
To the 214, it's a Texas thing (Texas thing)
[Chorus: RNB.FOEMOB]
Bitch, I'm from Texas
Everybody 'round this bitch keep a weapon
Everybody 'round this bitch used to steppin'
Stay out the way 'cause this shit can get deadly
Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas
We throwin' bows on the big-body Chevy
Swangin' the slab like the fenders were heavy
We pop shit on sight, better cut out your staring, bitch

[Verse 3: Lil' Keke]
Texas boy in that turning lane on them swangin' thangs and I'm hard (Hard)
In that Cadillac with the trunk cracked and I'm still dressed in my yard (My yard)
If that Chevy ridin' and them Vogues glidin', they know the Don packin' that heater
Got that Glock 40 for a gangster party, this a top down two-seater
I say, uh, bitch, I'm from Texas (Texas)
Got them big rocks in my necklace
Yes, them killers ridin' and they reckless
I hope all y'all get the message
This a big-body, no stain
Plus them '84s on that frame
Oh, yeah, Southside is my gang
And the Slab King is my name, yeah

[Chorus: RNB.FOEMOB]
Bitch, I'm from Texas
Everybody 'round this bitch keep a weapon
Everybody 'round this bitch used to steppin'
Stay out the way 'cause this shit can get deadly
Ayy, huh, bitch, I'm from Texas
We throwin' bows on the big-body Chevy
Swangin' the slab like the fenders were heavy
We pop shit on sight, better cut out your staring, bitch, huh
[Outro: RNB.FOEMOB]
Woo, huh
Yeah, you feel me? Yeah
Ayy, that bitch hard, that's good right there