Texas Boy (Feat. Lil' Keane) - Big Lurch

Already boy, I’m from Texas boy

With a fat gat to droppin' niggas in seconds boy

I’m from the land of tall buildings with hella gold teeth

And that means we talking that shit so that means there 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 fucking around with some niggas 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 cigarette

Already boy, I’m hitting heavy like a Chevy (already)

Don’t call over something real petty

From the roads of yellow tape (already)

Bouncing from side to side in Cadillacs and '64 Chevy’s

Already boy, money motivated getting fatty boy

Cause my papers been stacking like steady boy

I’m in this game heavy boy (already)

Quick to gut ya with the machete boy (already)

Rocking up cocaine and selling weed

The devilish mischievous child, the bad seed (I've already)

Been to juvenile and to the pin (I'm already)

That nigga that’s having the Benjamins (already boy)

The joy of having major scrilla

The day that I’m broke I be that nigga that’s turning into a killa (already)

Dirty South back up to the West

These niggas 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

Niggas don’t wanna see me

Worldwide hard figure, radio, TV

Commission rich man

Big licks and rap fans

I make hits and tow shit

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 nigga Big Lurch

G’s 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 then I dip cuz I got hella fame

And you know we some G’s getting money in the game nigga

Stress free

Already boy