Don't Mess Wit Texas Lyrics - Singles - Lil' Keke

Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born 

Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn 

Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town 

Bakin' cakes stackin' hate 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 wit 

Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to vest 

Where respect shit from north to east 

Well connected with the west 

It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner 

Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana 

Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down South 

Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed off 

Find your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map 

Bailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my strap 

Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis 

Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas 

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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh 

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me 

Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me 

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me 

Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me 

Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state 

And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't make 

Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide tower 

Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter 

Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow 

It's automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's front do' 

Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' Kapone 

Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone 

Tell your colleage you won't want this 

North sides took over 

9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it 

Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle 

Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya 

Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers 

Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber 

So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try test us 

You find yourself restless tryin' to fuck with Texas 

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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh 

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me 

Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me 

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me 

Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me 

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear 

Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear 

Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouce 

So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of massacre 

I'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to feel 

Stackin' mills down the kilo, gang related for real 

Here's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even 

If I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the Benz 

Fuck a friend in this game, cause it's all about greed 

Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin' team 

Yeah we're close to the border so won't you put in your order 

Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or quarter 

Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect 

Might check, I select, soly Texas connected 

You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all straight 

Brain or chest plate, it's the lonestar state 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Glock 9's we bust and there's no fucking wit us, cause uh 

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me 

Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me 

Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me 

Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me