Cup Up Top Down

I hold my cup up, I let my top down

And everywhere I look they pourin' up now

Say shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggas

I do this shit for Texas, nigga

Bitch, I hear ya talkin'

You about that shit, then take that off

Fake ass niggas gotta lay down

Reppin' H-Town, now a nigga can't play that off

Niggas came down to the city, stole from the city

Hoes from the city like "play that song"

These rap niggas know I'm the new nigga

But no nigga gotta put Kirko on

Bitches know I'm 'bout it, man

Love the way that I swang that chrome

I be all in her body man

Every bitch that I fuck, I own

Uh, while you be tryna marry the bitch

Ain't tryna burn, but this money I'm tryna bury quick

Ooh, I'm sippin' on that purple stuff

Ho, I ain't 'bout to pour you up

Ooh, I'm sippin' on that purple stuff

Nigga, I ain't 'bout to pour you up

When I hold my cup up, it's just like lifting weights

Look like I'm chewin' instead of sippin' because this is an 8

I don't want no soda, homie, I'd rather sip it straight

I'm an OG out that screwed up clique

King of the Ghetto, this is my name

I be rollin' on swangers with candy black paint on 'em

If it rain, still ain't gon' get a stain on 'em

I'm from Texas, you can tell how I talk

I'm from Texas, you can tell how I walk

Six-piece wing dinner from Frenchy's

King of the ghetto, ain't never been friendly

Just put eleven more ounces in me

Whenever you see me, my cup ain't empty

So many fifteens, so many twelves, so many 6-5-9s

I'm bangin' so hard, everybody else bangin'

But I don't give a fuck if they park by mine

I've got a thunder trunk

I keep coughin' cause I smoke thunder skunk

I've got the lightning dick, I need thunder cunt

And I dare any one of y'all niggas to mess with Texas

Texas gon' fuck you up

First they steal your lighter, then they steal your style

Fat Pat is my idol, I've got twenty bands on my smile

Forgot to pay they homage, they just reuse and recycle

Man, they lie so much that they don't know the truth

But they'll swear to God on the Bible

I don't know where they do that at

But it damn sure ain't in Texas

Ridin' in the 'Lac down 45, I-10 is my exit

I do this shit for the city, swangin'

I've got wood grain in my Leffries

Pimp C is the greatest

Motherfucker, talkin' down is a death wish

Codeine is my fetish - pourin' up is a way of life

Legend stealer, Jerome Bettis

You punk sipper ain't drakin' it right

8 or all, that's a day in the life

Open trunk, and array of lights

They used to say this was local shit

Now everywhere drinkin' muddy Sprite

Pour up...

I rep for Texas, nigga

You gon' respect us, nigga

We got ya sippin' out them white cups like Texas niggas

Got ya shinin' diamond grills like them Texas niggas

Rappers screwed up and chopped like them Texas niggas

You get the message, nigga? So chop some checks up with us

Them broads be tryna get us, cause they know we them niggas

She love my Texas swag, and how I keep it G

Let her roll in the slab, she wanna be seen with me

I tell her pay that fee, it's pimpin' with me, mane

Extended, bitch, in Texas, ain't no sippin' with me, mane

Still drippin' candy stains, got that drink by the pane

Cause I'm a Texas nigga, what we do Kurt Cobain