Now, truthfully, I that I'm the tightest nigga, musically Usually, I wouldn't brag but I've been bustin' my puberty In a Cadillac, ride with five guls and their nudity You can yo' best words, I bet, I still out rep you brutally
Low down, and beautiful, who wanna test my verbal side? Boy, I'm fly, tie, especially when I let herbal fly fried, cool kid, some of that country culture Leave you dead, peep your bread, a meal for them busters
Shit, I'm steppin' off in the tunnel a funnel of Keystone Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin' all week Y'all keep on with that jibbery-jabbery, slippin' out Expose you pretty with a dose of this hospitality
Gravity in yo' trunk, yo' producers forgot the bump We introduce you to high hats like that, yo' spot is krunk This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do you But even though dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too
I you can swim if you wanna battle You're up creek without a paddle Whatcha gon' do now? my pen and slaughter Bubba Ken, Ken, take'm to the water
Swim, if you battle You're up creek without a paddle ain't ready (Y'all ready) Y'all ready, take'm to the water
See, momma named me, Lil' Devil, that no relation to Satan Ain't got no for hatin', I'll be at the station, awaitin' The arrival of that DJ that don't replay we pay I stormed the beach like D-Day, now, bitch play when we say
I'm with D.K., no N.Y., and we been fly, since gin and I Sips Bourbon with a twist, Bubba, lurkin' in your Without my dick, this, 'cause y'all was smellin' vaginal Been bumped wrong, one too many times for rational
D.K., I bomb folks, man, I throw heat like I was Smokes But mine from a gun though, yo' name to John Doe Shit, have whole family mourning like Alonzo Then go back to my condo, so I can let my kind
Is you folk? Why you can't see bigger thangs? run up on this stage, 'cause ain't no bitch-ass nigga, mayn And my mob ain't, either, don't me have to play a song With my chrome heater, bet that and ain't no punk
Now, get it, get it, crunk, like jump-offs, B.K. trippin' I'm to go on and take one of they lumps off, 'cause I ain't slippin' Just hippin', you to this shit, so, get in where you fit on lean, off that Jim Beam, fin' to throw a fit
From A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana, Sippin' gin and Tropicana while Georgia Alabama Might stumble a freestyle and pick up like a scanner Turn the mics off, lost, somebody, call the light
I hope you can swim if you battle You're up creek without a paddle Whatcha do now, grab my pen and slaughter Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the water
Swim if you battle You're up creek without a paddle ain't ready (Y'all ready) Y'all ain't to the water
Boy, I'm out chasin' daddy lucid, shit, Satan produced it Switched from duce, duces to substance-abuse Fuckin' loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick I'm goin' skinny dippin' y'all hit
That country fuckin', Bubba, hit his head and his mind grand for a Roley? That only just bought you time I'm in line waitin', to grind, it's too for me to shine keep this bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you recline
And in time, I'ma this fuckin' ship, and run and get My crown in every town, I lay it down, when I This shit, is so much more than white and white thangs Or black folks and thangs, just bounce if the track bangs
You lack game, Bubba got shit goin' two for fifty Communicatin' cool with country folk, strictly Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, 'cause I sleep Two thousand, every week, take a peep, before you
I hope you can swim if you wanna You're up shit creek a paddle gon' do now? Grab my pen and slaughter Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, to the water
Swim, if you battle up shit creek without a paddle Y'all ready (Y'all ready) Y'all ain't Take'm to the
I hope you can swim if you wanna You're up shit without a paddle Whatcha do now, grab my pen and slaughter Bubba Ken and Ken, take'm to the water
Swim, if you wanna You're up creek without a paddle Y'all ain't (Y'all ready) Y'all ain't Take'm to the