Dyl the Killsmith - Screwston Lyrics

Texas where is all started from its where I'm goin' home
Shout-out to the greats cruising down the freeway, stoned
I look up to the sky, see H town scrapers
In a lone star state of mind never felt greater

If you cant tell just where I'm from
Steady rep it till I die
Texas baby
It know how to bring a smile
Thankful I'm alive
Texas pride as I ride
Down that I-45
No destination on my mind
Got my baby she so fly
Seat settin' on recline
Get that fire from the border line
Make a stop in the 409
In the night mode I can see just fine
Comin' for the loot leave you in a chalk line
Try to take mine force me to commit a crime
I'm a different kind and I'm readin' all the signs
Only got so much of this stuff we callin' time
So I'm steady stayin' focused accumulating mine
And they wanna try to keep the kid off of level ground
I'm better found underground
Hear the sounds comin' straight outta Texas
Tryin' to make a muf*ckin come up, stressin
See the competition but we extra
Tip of the hat and she left ya

Texas where is all started from its where im goin home
Shout-out to the greats cruising down the freeway, stoned
I look up to the sky, see H town scrapers
In a lone star state of mind never felt greater

Greater, than any hater
Footsteps leave a muf*ckin' crater
Stompin' through H town heavyweighta
Tell my tale bout how Texas get paper
Its called work son and we do it
Overcome adversity homie we prove it
Dark storms thought they could make us lose it
But we still standin', everybody comin' through
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down
(HOLD UP)
If you feel what I'm talk bout toast and get your cups up
We don't ever stay stuck
This is planned it ain't no luck
We gon' get it how we live blame it on Texas

Texas where is all started from its where I'm goin' home
Shout-out to the greats cruising down the freeway, stoned
I look up to the sky, see H town scrapers
In a lone star state of mind never felt greater

Smokin' on a muf*ckn' swisher I know
That I smoke all the time cause Texas made it so
I can be myself, high till I die, while I got these rhymes h-town bobbin to my sound
So I play this on repeat till it speak back to me
Metaphors from the deep end where I go to think
Bout how Texas is the shit
Bout how we destine to get rich
Bout how down here we got that bad bitch
I'm slippin' in the pussy
Slidin' to the paper
Give H town my service so she gon' return the favor
Stay allergic to a faker
Acquainted with my maker
Boostin' up my signal gravitating to the paper,
Send prayers to the sky, the world feelin' all my vibes
And my Texas girls
They cant compete with them yeah that's no lie
Thick ass, thick thighs
And them big ol naughty eyes
Droppin' to my waistline
Cause in Texas it go down

Texas where is all started from its where I'm goin' home
(Yeah, where I'm goin' home)
Shout-out to the greats cruising down the freeway, stoned
(Shout-out to the greats, to the greats)
I look up to the sky, see H town scrapers
(I see them H town scrapers man)
In a lone star state of mind never felt greater
(Never felt greater)