[Verse 1: Dorrough Music]
Who the fuck ya'll talking to?
You n***as need to stay in your lane
On the outside looking in
You don't even understand this game
I done seen ya'll in these streets
I was running around in these clubs
Same n***as used to hate my shit
Now they all wanna show me love
[?] away
I'm already [?] in a [?]
[?]
[?] quarter tank of gassalene
Hit that bitch, no auntorage
Walked in that bitch [?]
Rock that show, just 1 deep
You ain't putting in work, n***a have a seat
I do this shit n***a, hands on
Tryna make my brand strong
If [?] rep this shit [?]
Fuck you n***as, I stand alone
I put that shit on Pimp C
I put that shit on Don Key
Imma hold this Texas shit down
I put that shit on Bun B
I put that shit on who? Screw
Moment of silants, R.I.P
As long as I keep this shit tril
Then a tril OG's gon ride with me
The tril as n***as gon ride with me
And me and my team gon ball to dеath
But Imma make sure we stand tall and rеp
So ya'll keep that fake shit to ya'll self
[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Riding
Steady rolling
Steady mobbin
Steady holdin

[Verse 2: Bun B]
You already know who I am
You already know what I do
So that trunk gon pop, and that top gon drop, and that tril OG gon come through
[?] banging that Screw
Swisher sweets, smoking that cool
Jordan 73's my shoes
And I'm tril, what about you?
You probably not, cause you're not like me
Everyday a movie, n***a like Spike Lee
[?] fitted in a tight white T
[?]
Might be, but that's for another day
Keep it tril, can do it no other way
[?] UGK for life, R.I.P. to my main brother [?]
Wanna rep, but can't rep like us
Smoking on sweets, and sippin on tuss
[?] Texas, in god we trust
Don't come any closer, cause you might get busst
Don't like to fuss, don't like to fight
But I will get down, day or night
I throw the left, and I throw the right
Knock your bitch ass out of site
I'm super tight with them hands
I'm super tril with my flow
I'm Superman in that pink Roles
Go ask your girl cause she knows
[?] from my head to my toes
Pat, pull off in that town
If you down with that, gon tip your hat, cause you know we putting it down

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Riding
Steady rolling
Steady mobbin
Steady holdin

[Verse 3: Dorrough Music]
Dallace, AKA the tripple D
Houston, [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Time to wake up, [?] prayed up
[?]
Texas, we packing [?]
Santatoneo [?]
Got one kush brown [?]
[?]
[?] on the way to [?]
[?]
[?] 4 blunts
Holding down this Texas rap shit
Mixtape every 4 months
Week by week, [?]
[?] south to north
[?] on the court
Ball so hard, don't play sports
Shout out to all my n***as
[?]
[?] just wanna be a Texas [?] worldwide legend
Where that drank come from?
[?] Texas
We so icy, cause I put 60 K in my fingers
[?] VVs diamonds
On my chest shining
Ain't no reason to envy or hate on me, I'm just grinding

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Riding
Steady rolling
Steady mobbin
Steady holdin