i snuck a dollar out my momma purse
headed for that juice joint
filled to the gills on a gravel road
x and a o make a heavy load
nappy on the track make ya back hit the dance flo'
fuck ya dubs on the astro
no more grand martin get a fifth of goose
don't need shit with juice
you can tell i'm southern bred
wear alotta blue but i love the red
think mad cuz i act like i'm all that
tight braid red bean under my straw hat
ya ain't think i saw that
peoples in slums just slump
nappy with the country bump
this is what the country want
fish scales scuba divin on a remote island
depicts us like bubble letters
and some coochie cutters?
really wanna play in the trench but i should
if ya come sit on this dick i might would
i don't want no disrespect
i don't want shit but next. oops came through spillin my pitcher
scales in the back feelin the swisher
thought you knocked me out the frame
but i'm still in the picture
thought at first nappy was lame
we'll sell more next year
look at what we have here
we gon' cut the shit talk -- skinny with the steel
weigh it up and lay it on the scale
gut out the last of the greens
hit the club so fresh and so clean
take my last swallow now we spinnin the bottle
i'ma get me a model - you'd have a better chance winnin the lotto
gotta leave the do' open so skinny can follow
we run up in this bitch and get so rich
aww now everybody ain't rich
they just wanna be flashy
tryna big ball like drama and jazzy
playa you don't understand this b.o.b. that's the reason these drinks can't be on me