This be that dirty south 'Bama sh**
Smoking on that cannabis
Styrofoam of Sunny D, we
Rolling up a gram of mid
808s up in the trunk
The neighbors cannot handle it
Pulling up to Chick-Fil-A
To get some chicken sandwiches
(Can I take your order?)
Yeah, let me get a number one
Pull up to the window now we
'bout to have a bunch of fun
My n***a pa** the bowl to the
Back of the backseat
Now we at the studio
Rapped and relaxing
Green all around me from the
Cash to the hash, sh**
Even the bottom of my f**in
Snapback green
They say they on top
But I have to disagree
Dream Squad first and these
n***as coming lastly
Giggle Gang is murdering
And pulling all the girls and sh**
With the f**ing words I spit
You'd think I was allergic to
These f*ggots
That's murmuring on
Tracks, they f**ing Derp to me
Disregard females and
Acquire more currency
Word to the Jets
To the next n***as with a set
Thinking that you sick as this
Is honestly ridiculous
Sage pull your sister 'till he
Get his dick up in her lips
Rotating the plant, I call
That sh** photosynthesis
I got n***as flipping fifths
And making all these dividends
Income, no tax
Only working 6 to 10
I don't drink myself
But we mixing up this fifth and gin
Doing d** is something
But selling them is a different sin