Come on, yeah, hop on these beats

Come on, come on, yeah, yeah

Hop on these beats and spaz

Got these old **** mad

Knockin' they bitches, she callin' me dad

Grade A, bud no choice but to tax

Bust this play, then put that shit on wax

Everything I spit be facts

Been that **** since YC dropped that racks on racks

You standin' on family and business, I tilt my hat

Told my ex, drop on her knees, might take you back

Thought these Carolina **** couldn't rap

Nobody gone harder than me Stamp

Fuck me, then my dog tramp

Up all night, servin green vamp

I ain't showin' love, you ain't locked with this camp

Excuse my manners, come bless ma'am

Real country ****, my first mill Fuck that tractor going to cop that lamb

Real country **** Aunt Quinta used to cook Them grits and spam

Real country **** I got that shit off the land

Don't compare me to these peons aint none of this here for the gram

Serving that hand to hand help me run up my bands

**** this rap shit wasn't my plan

Know I'm off subject my dog got the shirts for the L O

Whats your preference white or tan

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

I sit back and really be like, man

Who the fuck harder than me

Who yappin like me

Damn, them **** still asleep

I'ma wake these **** up with this

Come on, come on, come on

Yeah, ran up a hundred in a drought

You ain't never seen a ten fuck **** go ahead close your mouth

Strangle my plug with a extension cord if one more bag come short

Young ****, move that dope

You on the book all day

Runnin your got damn mouth

**** we winning don't really know the last time I took no loss

Come on, yeah, yeah

Free CT out of Pound

Gave my **** a tension for serving that dog

Damn, that's like two years for every year he floss

Told my young **** at all costs

I'ma make him a boss

I feel successful left a hundred on the dresser

After she top me off

Come on, come on, yeah

Hop on these beats and spaz

Got these old **** mad

Knockin' they bitches, she callin' me dad

Grade A, bud no choice but to tax

Bust this play, then put that shit on wax

Everything I spit be facts

Been that **** since YC dropped that racks on racks

You standin' on family and business, I tilt my hat

Told my ex, drop on her knees, might take you back

Thought these Carolina **** couldn't rap

Nobody gone harder than me Stamp

Fuck me, then my dog tramp

Up all night, servin green vamp

I ain't showin' love, you ain't locked with this camp

Excuse my manners, come bless ma'am