[B Yooooo! I Yooooo! For all them industry that said we couldn't do it... This for my country street yeagas! You we gon'
Smoke good, good, eat good, Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga good Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' Folk round be up to no good
1] [Skinny My lookin like one of them days I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a And 20 cent to my name, tryna this crime pay spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton Window tint, ol' song Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat Bump my song, Get drunk, get it Country-fried, pack a Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a Turn the page, the script Hit the script jump, shorty with the In the hatchback, ass fat Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, that Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out Get in where we fit in, we try our best to sell it out
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2] [B We makes it hot for 'em, the flames Who separate the from lames be Stille's his name (Where you from?) The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and how far Louisville's done came! Now it down
I my pockets fat And my green And my liquor And my clean With panties down And a beat that keep my bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin
Check, My mic vocals, is like Fetch the billfold that my is in And purchase a nickel to me breathe again I'm from a place where blood spills and Filled with drug deals and Yeagas with grills and thangs Drink up, fill ya tanks, ya drinks It's Nappy, dawg, Southern slang, We sendin' slugs ya brain (Fuck you know, good) And all my thugs, for the
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2] [Fish A cool cat, a pimp hat Cup Gin-Jack Dreaded out, up deuces I'm headed out Slice it up and bet it out, Throw the up and set it out Real niggaz never Swerve to the calico, give me a of that Make it 2 of that, a tip, flush a Optimo the change, got to go Flirt, tryna talk Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk Hit me up if you get off I dap out, so clean Yo actin' mo' mean Napped-out, asking me "What's all that 'bout?" Say I got big plans, look but mapped-out Country boy with game spittin' nothin' lame Get to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed My stay Nappy, split ends stay happy Bad threads must've from his pappy
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