Bass Pull the one from the pine, whaddup yall? I'm the one from the grind, I know yall Loaded over with saliva, hit me, I'll show ya how to deal the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy I ain't got fish, bitch I am back in this These steak knife (who?) pump action Nadda nothin buddy don't even bother (holler) him I cooked you a cat fish, I'm quick to swaller (swaller) him Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad) Worse than gun jams like Bush in Baghdad My bazooka got the chopper in Zone Bake Chili muffins like a motherfuckin hoe Glass breakin I have your mother duckin low Back down haha now that's a motherfuckin joke Southern boys got hot butter for your soul Cracker barrel bullet dynamite so lets go
My rattlin job, got them bobble heads lookin Bathroom mirrors got the world simply cookin I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin These twelve inch speakers, these six inch heaters I'm playin those haters I got that gator I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Get me to pay one, these kittens are tempting I'm blowin this shit up like bottles of champagne Knockers drop me, models are modeling I can't get a seat so make me start wobbling You can want it bad well then I get to logical I took of the chain that I can't pedal my bicycle Ain't got no pedro, still get it crunk though Leavin my tire marks and hip hop centerfolds Oh! I know that amplifiers heated up Oh! I know the DJ wanna speed it up My shits snappin, it ain't snap music But you can lean back and throw it up, come on These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys We find them gun lovers who load the banana boat Drivin them jettys and throwin Ds on them cadillacs Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that battle back
Yeah I'm Southern I'm crazy, I'm drivin, Chevy Steezy Hollar at g holler at, burnin tires Burnin tires, I'm trashy I'm trashy, on fire Yeah Always lookin good, I'll show em up I'll shovel mud, I don't give a fuck I'm from the trailer park I help king I don't get any part So I just better leave Daliny daling dalinga ring ring Sailor blow it up, they wanna ding a ling I'm a limousine The pimple of em teens We number one of all 7 of dicks of my f-family