Big Lurch - Texas Boy lyrics

[Hook: Big Lurch] Already boy, I'm from Texas boy With a fat gat to drop a n***a in seconds boy [Verse: Big Lurch] I'm from the land of tall buildings with hella gold teeth And that means we talking that sh** so that means it must be more beef I hits the corner on a slab rolling on gold D's Down every back street in Dallas ducking prejudice police Because I'm strapped (already) on parole (already) Walking and talking on gold (already) Macking hoes on the avenue I'm be having to disappear every once in a while when they blast at you I laugh at you If you miss because you bound to die You f**ing around with some n***as that's high off of formaldehyde That zude the bang, sooths the brain before I do a hit (I'm already) From the land of the wet cigarettes [Hook] [Verse: Big Lurch] Already boy, I'm hitting heavy like a Chevy already Don't call over something real petty (x2) From the roads of yellow tape (already) Bouncing from side to side in Cadillacs and 64 Chevy's Already boy, money more debated getting fatty boy Cause my papers been stacking like steady boy I'm in this game heavy boy (already) Quick to cut ya with the machete boy (already) Rocking up c**aine and selling weed The devilish mischievous child, the bad seed (I've already) Been to juvenile and to the pin (I'm already) That n***a that's having the Benjamin's (already boy) The joy of having major scrilla The day that I'm broke I'd be that n***a thats turning into a k**a (already) [Hook] [Verse: Lil Keke] T-E-X-A-S dirty south back up to the west These n***as don't wanna test I stay strapped with a metal vest I stay ready to ride ready to roll Flippin' in my candy tart H-town d-town got em screaming already boy Young gun Lil Ke n***as don't wanna see me World wide hard figure, radio, TV Commission rich man big licks and rap fans I make hits and tow sh** Do shows for 20 grand The trend setter go getter Tryna make my life better Came up in this dirty game tryna get some mo cheddar Ask that n***a big lurch, Gs know thugs first Rap stars new cars gotta hit 'em where it hurts Its money man flipping things outta range it ain't gonna never change I gets my chips and I dip cuz I got hella fame And you know we some G's getting money in the game n***a Stress free [Hook]