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