Hey, yeah, Southwest Atlanta, DC's park indicator, everybody get it cropped.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, yeah, Southwest Atlanta.
These park indicators, everybody get it, Kronk.
Hey, did everybody get it wrong?
My mind like a pistol, never run as I am.
mission my life is the best and only for me wishing on a star i'm already shining
Grabs in the barrel, trying to stop me from climbing.
No more nickel and diamond.
Don't take my kindness for weakness.
No more Mr. Nice Rapper, now they're speechless.
Ain't no need to get up out the game.
I tell them all to eat shit.
Got a club, girl, in Memphis, magnificent.
Stay out my kill zone, then your ass won't get hit.
British South mercenary, scratch him off the list.
I got caught with some work, I went down a thin stitch.
Pull a Georgia peach, I eeled down to the pits, man.
It's a chick, class of choosin' on a boff jack Back on my feet, pussy nigga hidin' like that Your work sloppy, Joe, I'm here to pick up your slack Ground those rappers cause I ain't a ass kisser
Oh, Uncle Tom, cause I ain't a cotton picker.
Kiss me in the end zone off the flea flicker.
The WWF rappers get the rest of the circle.
On brown nose rappers cause I ain't a ass kisser.
Oh, Uncle Tom, cause I ain't a cotton picker.
Kiss me in the end zone like a flea flicker.
It don't you don't you else watch me get the rush.
We'll be right back.
Awesome slow broke.
It's courage for your sucker.
Push your neck in the rope.
Now you're swinging.
Back and forth, now how many rappers die from a deadly second dose?
Make the hits quick.
I'm out of space.
How about it, partner?
Keep it crunk.
the rip.
A1 Yola like my man Super Slip.
Down with the blue and the red, I'm a blip.
See me in a silver bullet cruisin' out of strip Never fake me, I done keep my eyes on your hip
Chirp the mountain man, tell him bring the pistol grip.
I don't drown those rappers cause I ain't a ass kisser.
Oh, Uncle Tom, because I ain't a cotton picker.
Kiss me in the end zone off the free flip.
It's WWF, rappers get the russet circle.
Home ground, no droppers, cuz I ain't a ass kisser.
Oh, Uncle Tom, cause I ain't a cotton hooker.
Kiss me in the end zone like a flea flicker.
It's W, W, F, rappers get the records.
Look at how many records you sold, your ink went gold.
You say you pivot, but man, where your hoes?
You say you a player, I can't tell from your clothes.
You say you OG, but you got stomped to the floor.
Five-star material, even wet like cereal.
Don't matter how much you scream, I still ain't hearing y'all.
Bring your hoes for a steel lane fury, yo.
Yeah, them murky rappers fuck, fuck bad delirium, yo.
I'm proud of those rappers because I ain't no ass kisser.
Oh, Uncle Tom, cause I ain't a cotton picker.
Kiss me in the end zone off a flea flicker.
The WWF rappers get the rest of the circle.
On ground, no droppers, cause I ain't a ass spisser.
Oh, Uncle Tom, cause I ain't a cotton hooker.
Kiss me in the end zone off the flea foot.
Get dirty, dirty ass rappers, get the Russian circle.
Home brown nose rappers, cuz I ain't a ass kisser.
Oh, Uncle Tom, cause I ain't a cotton picker.
Kiss me in the end zone off the flea flicker.
And WWF rappers get the rusty circle.
On ground, no droppers, cause I ain't a ass hisser.
Oh, Uncle Tom, cause I ain't a cotton hooker.
Kiss me in the end zone like a flea flicker.
The WWF rappers get the rush.
It's a circle.
