Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga Uh, uh, yeah, Eightball nigga, Koncrete Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah,
Spark the weed up turn the beat up get it popping It's on we dropping that homegrown ghetto to ghetto Flip rip shit quick bit sick with this shit here Explicit content misfits fear now get this shit clear This instant here
Set it I bet it won't forget it I wrote I edit Call the paramedic, I meant it, still in it to win it From to finish no gimmick Got to give spinach ya
I'm rugged so it, I love it we stay above it corrupted From dawn to dusk so we can it (Naw)
To all my broken kinfolkin' keep on smoking Nick and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the grind Living gots to get with it time to go and get it 8ways we it all my noggins is demented Better them cars that's tinted you don't want to be up in it
Swish this tre like Hardaway send they far away But I'm living on the got this hardened marijuana Know it's wrong but fuck leave me where the bucks at Last year was hard this one looking worser now Chilled from the start but my anger got me now
Whatcha really do round here We stuck like and we can't get out On the block and I'ma sell rocks come through and we got to open up shop (Yeah, Koncrete, Eightball this right here) Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the Packing guns stacking funds, selling out When I open up my mouth, you can hear the Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out
I open 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 stacking funds, selling out
I got my with me You got a with something I say then get me I'm in a southern sipping on some cold Remy
At the club looking at girls big ass and titties The instrumental you hearing came from Frank Nitti We do it big keep it gangsta got to stay
We on the rise real like gas prices The industry is so we came to add spices Heat it up it up thugs treat it up Transform it into something that's with us You know I run with killers on a regular Conceal weapons skill is spectacular
Little Nicky got my back, baby witness Get him and you gonna have to deal with Tony Dimples Deon and Mint Green make it seem so 8ways representing making other cripple You know I, you I, I
I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns stacking funds, fuck 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 stacking funds, fuck selling out I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns stacking funds, selling out
We like cave-dwellers them haters be way jealous They speaking that haterism, you to behave fellas We banging fo' sho now you'd think we be now Them boys ripping hard, we make you say, "Oh now"
I never come synthetic, the lyrical You should be apologetic for spittin' shit so So roll up the marijuana we hotter Arizona Don't make Man put it on ya You sweating me like a
My nigga get real with it from here to with it We showing y'all still with it so nigga just with it and the Fat Mack we sip on that cognac So let's get this platinum so we can watch paper stack
I be that nigga from the 'Bama, got plenty of monogrammar Call me yo pussy-rammer 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 have bitches out of pajama But not the one that get you throwed off in the slammer
Me and my fama out there be actin' nutty with [unverified] Keeping it smutty the [unverified] Busters ain't wonder they facing Niggas got them that longer than tele 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 open up my mouth, you can the south Packing guns stacking funds, fuck out
I open up my mouth, you can hear the south Packing guns funds, fuck selling out When I open up my mouth, you can the south guns stacking funds, fuck selling out
When I up my, damn hold up is that it?