Don’t Mess wit Texas Lil' Keke (Ft. Head (Rap) & Knocky)

[Verse 1]
Put your stones in dust and worn, South coast raised and born
Having plex, you get broke loose and catch that Texas longhorn
Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' Southeast H-Town
Stackin' cakes stackin' paper makin' playahaters break down
If you're lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
T-E-X-A-S is the state you don't mess with
Cock the TECs quick, and check shit, the best
Well respected from north to east
But connected with the west
It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner
Rockin' birds, sippin' syrup, puffin' marijuana
Screwed Up Click roll deep and we kick it down south
Pop the lip, try to trip, hit you with the sawed off
Botany Boys bring the noise, Cloverland on the map
Bailin' through the Texas streets with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour pourin powder in Pyrexes
Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas

[Chorus]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that's us, and in Glocks we trust, cause, uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9s we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause, uh
Mark shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me
Mark shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me