Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga Uh, uh, yeah, Eightball nigga, Koncrete Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah,
the weed up turn the beat up let's get it popping It's on we dropping homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic shit rip shit quick bit sick with this shit here Explicit content misfits fear now let's get this clear instant right here
Set it I bet it they won't it I wrote I edit Call the paramedic, I meant it, still in it to win it From to finish no gimmick Got to spinach ya timid
I'm rugged so it, I love it we stay above it corrupted From dawn to so we can thug it (Naw)
To all my broken kinfolkin' stressing on smoking Nick and Slick, Tone and gotta hit the grind again Living dirty to get with it time to go and get it 8ways we it all my noggins is demented Better watch cars that's tinted you don't want to be up in it
this tre like Hardaway send they soldiers far away But I'm living on the got this hardened marijuana Know it's wrong but fuck that leave me the bucks at Last year was hard one looking even worser now Chilled from the start but my got me colder now
Whatcha really gon' do here We like Chuck and we can't get out On the block and I'ma sell rocks Rock come through and we got to up shop (Yeah, Koncrete, like this right here) Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it
I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out
I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns stacking funds, fuck out When I open up my mouth, you can the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out
I got my nigga's me You got a problem something I say then get me I'm in a southern city sipping on some cold
At the club at girls with big ass and titties The instrumental that you hearing came from Nitti We do it big keep it gangsta got to stay
We on the real fast like gas prices The industry is bland so we to add spices Heat it up beat it up treat it up Transform it into that's complete with us You didn't know I run with on a regular Conceal weapons rhyme skill is
Little Nicky got my back, baby bear Get past him and you gonna to deal with Tony Dimples Deon and Mint Green it seem so simple 8ways representing making crews cripple You I, you know I, I
I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns funds, fuck selling out When I open up my mouth, you can hear the Packing guns funds, fuck selling out
When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns stacking funds, fuck out I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns funds, fuck selling out
We rugged cave-dwellers them haters be way jealous They speaking that haterism, you need to behave We fo' sho now you'd think we be slow now Them 'Bama boys hard, we make you say, "Oh now"
I never come synthetic, the diabetic You should be for spittin' shit so pathetic So up the marijuana we hotter than Arizona make Lil' Man put it on ya You sweating me like a
My nigga get with it from here to Mobile with it We showing y'all still with it so nigga just with it Koncrete and the Fat Mack we sip on that So let's get this plaque so we can watch paper stack
I be nigga from the 'Bama, 'Bama got plenty of monogrammar me yo pussy-rammer dumping dick in yo mamma-jamma Pose for that camera cat be than Tropicana All for the fashion but I be like yo fuck the My country grammar bitches come out of pajama But not the shady one that get you off in the slammer
Me and my out there dirty be actin' nutty with [unverified] Keeping it even the [unverified] ain't wonder what they facing Niggas got them thoughts that longer than communications Wait for the Slab we be blazing spitting southern incantations
I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out When I up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out
When I open up my mouth, you can the south guns stacking funds, fuck selling out When I open up my mouth, you can the south guns stacking funds, fuck selling out
When I open up my, damn up is that it?