"From Dallas To Austin" lyrics

(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)

From the D to the A, I ain't talking 'bout Yachty
From Dallas to Austin, we got the bitch poppin'
I ain't talking 'bout The Beatles or no Rolling Stones
But a lot of these niggas they know how I'm rocking
These niggas gone paste it right after they copy
I'm out in L.A. smoking dope in the lobby
Wake up and get money, shit turn to a hobby
Can't do what I do 'cause you do it so sloppy
My niggas still whip 'til it hard like Jane
We do it for profit, we don't do it for fame
Nigga tried to threaten me 'bout his sister and shit
I'm stomping nigga brains in his head like Cain
Whole gang iced up, boy its cold as Alaska
I'm straight out of Texas, that's south of Nebraska
I never met daddy, that boy was a bastard
Finna roll up a 'wood and take of like NASA
How I cut bitches off you would think I'm a barber
Give a fuck 'bout a Bentley, I'm cool in my Charger
My bag still running (Skrrt), this bitch getting lost
Keep my shit off the web, bitch, I'm not Peter Parker

At first you want bottom, we turned to a starter
A whole lot of pints, tryna dunk on Vince Carter
We leave 'em for dead like a phone on the charger
Play 'round with the gang, bet he won't see tomorrow
I still made it out of this bitch full of hate
Steady getting to that check, I ain't got time to waste
I be rockin' this ice, but don't know how to skate
He ain't fuckin' with us, then he just can't relate
This ain't Chick-fil-A but come place you an order
Lil' Quincho go dumb like he got a disorder
I don't post on the 'Gram but I still a record her
She give me that noggin' and then I extort her
At first it was Dicky but now its Versace
These Alexanders, these not no Huarches
Her heat talking stiff like he finna come drop me
We pull up with iron and get it hot like a Taki (Ayy)
The light always green, who the fuck finna stop me?
Got a four nick if a nigga too stalky
She drive the boat now she itchin' to top me
Ayy, she came to the crib tryna do some pilates

Stuff that cheese in my pockets, like they quesadillas
No new niggas, stay the fuck back, we don't need them
My circle can't get bigger than a tortilla
I'm mixing this Indica up with Sativa
At first it was bad then it got a little good
I still got some family stuck in the hood
Like my last name Knight, we gon' do 'em Suge
Better stay out the way or get rolled like a 'wood
We gon' do that boy bad and not say sorry
This ain't for a camera, this ain't iCarly
Is you ready to ride like a bike or a Harley?
We gon' turn this bitch up like a show or a party
You could try if you want but it ain't gone be easy
Just hit my lil' cousin if you need a peezy
They ain't gotta question, I'm riding for sheezy
I keep a Kim K like Lil 2z was Yeezy (Baow)