Hella enemies, somebody get they ass a limo I be out on Broad' tryna run off with your Zippo Beastmode in the Ville look like Big Foot on an iPhone And my Silverado ain't for sale, I just got Forgiato's I'm big dog status, done lost track to all my houses I got too high and in my phone and deleted addresses Orange and white up on my suit, power T with little checkers Beatin' mainstreams ass like they talk shit to my sister I'm caked up like a weddin' 'cause I'm married to the game Coldest hillbilly, Davy Crockett on the chain On my mid Tenn shit, you can hear when I talk Kick your ass in blue suede shoes, write your lyrics out in chalk, ayy Mr. Independent, tell the labels shit I'm deaf They mad your boy a local and I tell 'em how it is I'm a music city baby but I'm bumpin' shit from Memphis High as hell in Cadillacs, crack that window just a little Murder weapon is a pen, I don't even need a pistol Honkey's stay around the track like rednecks down at BristolTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
