From Dallas to Austin lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, b*tch)

[Verse 1: Lil 2z]
From the D to the A, I ain't talking 'bout Yachty
From Dallas to Austin, we got the b*tch poppin'
I ain't talking 'bout The Beatles or no Rolling Stones but a lot of these n*ggas they know how I'm rocking
These n*ggas gone paste it right after they copy
I'm out in L.A. smoking dope in the lobby
Wake up and get money, sh*t turn to a hobby
Can't do what I do 'cause you do it so sloppy
My n*ggas still whip 'til it hard like Jane
We do it for profit, we don't do it for fame
n*gga tried to threaten me 'bout his sister and sh*t
I'm stomping n*gga 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 bast*rd
Finna roll up a 'wood and take of like NASA
How I cut b*tches off you would think I'm a barber
Give a f*ck 'bout a Bentley, I'm cool in my Charger
My bag still running (Skrrt), this b*tch getting lost
Keep my sh*t off the web, b*tch, I'm not Peter Parker

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
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 b*tch 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 f*ckin' 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 di*ky 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 f*ck finna stop me?
Got a four nick if a n*gga too stalky
She drive the boat now she itchin' to top me
Ayy, she came to the crib tryna do some pilates
[Verse 3: Lil 2z]
Stuff that cheese in my pockets, like they quesadillas
No new n*ggas, stay the f*ck 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 b*tch 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)