Granddaddy's gun It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale It's just a double barrel 12 The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one I

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

Get off my dick (Yeah) Get off my dick, get off my dick .40 my hip, loadin' my clip Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did Edible, edible, got the munchies Get off my dick (Whoa) But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

I'd pick you up and carry you 'cross every stream I see And I'd bundle you in kindness Until you cling to me We'd sit beneath strong branches My arms would twine around I'd turn your green to emerald And give you gold all over the ground If I had you at

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up for you I give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up for you All this for you Hear This Music Top down in the window with the AC set, all by ourselves now And you know what I want and I want that shit

And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little

He was off the Perkys he was leaning They tried to take his chain, he's surrounded by them demons He had a bunch of bad bitches lining up to meet him They reselling the tickets a thousand dollars just to see him I wanna dress like him, I wish I could be

Dem too damn evil When dem try get me down Nothing dem cyaa do Mixpak and YVP Bun badmind people Hear mi no Dre Skull Regular dem try meck mi lay dung By the help of Jah mi stand up pon mi foot