take'm to the water

now truthfully

i believe that i'm the tightest nigga musically

usually i wouldn't brag but i've been bustin since my puberty

in a cadillac that ride with five guls and they nudity

you can bring yo' best words

i bet i still outrep you brutally

low down dirty and beautiful

who wanna test my verbal side?

boy i'm fly-n-tie

especially when i let that herbal fly

southern fried

cool kid

some of that country culture

leave you dead

peep your bread

a value meal for them busters

shit i'm steppin off in the tunnel with a funnel of keystone

ate a ten-strip of blotter

been wiggin all week long

y'all keep on

with that jibbery jabbery slippin out happily

expose you pretty hoes with a dose of this hospitality

gravity in yo' trunk while yo' producers forgot the bump

we introduce you to these high hats like that

yo' spot is krunk

this blunt

i put the fire to

i really do admire you

but even though bubba dirty

he certainly fin' to shine too

i hope you can swim if you wanna battle

you're up shit creek without a paddle

whatcha gon' do now

grab my pen and slaughter

bubba ken and duddy ken

take'm to the water

i hope you can swim if you wanna battle

you're up shit creek without a paddle

y'all ain't ready

y'all ain't ready - take'm to the water

see momma named me lil' devil

that ain't no relation to satan

ain't got no patience for hatin

i'll be at the station awaitin

the arrival of that dj that don't replay unless we pay

i stormed the beach like d-day

now that bitch play

when we say

i'm with d.k. ain't no n.y. and we been fly

since gin

sips bourbon with a twist

bubba lurkin in your midst

without my dick perverted this cause y'all was smellin vaginal

been bumped wrong

one too many times for actin rational

d.k. i bomb folks

man i throw heat like i was john smokes

but mine from a gun though

change yo' name to john doe

shit

have your whole family mourning like alonzo

then go back to my condo

so i can let my kind grow

is you blind folk? why you can't see bigger thangs?

don't rup on this stage

cause ain't no bitch-ass nigga mayn

and my mob ain't either

don't make me have to play a song

with my lil' chrome heater

bet that and punk nigga

now get it get it crunk

like jumpoffs

b.k. they trippin

i'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off

cause i ain't slippin

just hippin you to this real shit

so get in where you fit

sittin on lean

off that jim beam

fin' to throw a fit

from a.t.h. to atlanta

louisiana

savannah

sippin gin and tropicana while georgia play alabama

might stumble over a freestyle and pick up like a scanner

turn the mics off lost

somebody call the light boss

aww shit

boy i'm out here chasin daddy lucid

shit satan produced it

switched from duce-duces to substance abuse nuisance

fuckin these loose gooses

raw dick

we all sick

i'm goin skinny dippin after y'all hit

that country fuckin bubba hit his head and lost his mind

eight grand for a roley? that only just bought you time

i'm in line waitin to grind

it's too cloudy for me to shine

i'ma keep this bitch krunk

get rowdy

while you recline

and in time

i'ma jump this fuckin ship

and run and get

my crown in every town

i lay it down

when i spit

this shit

is so much more than white folks and white thangs

or black folks and black thangs

just bounce if the track bangs

you lack game

bubba got that shit goin two for fifty

communicatin cool with them country folk

strictly

just hit me

on the beep

whenever

cause i don't sleep

two thousand

every week

take a peep

before you leap