歌词
Damn, Sam
You made this up?
5-0-1
Just an old country boy, man (man) yeah
501 Bitch (bitch)
Arkansas shit, baby
Come on, what they know about it? (What they know about it?)
Come on, man
Boy, I got it up out of the dirt
Scars all over my heart, I was hurt
Stabbed in the back as a matter of fact
I was down on my ass, boy, it couldn't get worse
Just cause how it is, I'm not who I was
They change it for shit, no, they wishing I would
I'm doing the shit that they wish they could (man)
Aye, I'm a square-toe stepper, bitch ain't flexing
Body in beats, boy, I swear that I'm better
I've been on the move, my crew and my **** like Shredder
We all been talking heavy metals
All of my dawgs trying to stay out the candles
But we moving silence and silence of presence
I promise, we moving too clever
Gonna take it to a whole nother level (man)
Man I put my state up on my back (my back)
Boy, I'm repping Arkansas until I'm dead
501 Beach, that's a fact (that's a fact)
'Cause I come from the rock, where them shells get shed
I'm told to stick by my biggest, my leg
You don't wanna catch me with one in the head
That bitch will knock you upside the chin
And have all your teeth in the palm of your hand
But ****, we friends
Man, I just had to talk to them real quick, man, you know what I'm saying?
Like, the shit that I'm on, the shit that you all just ain't the same, bruh (it ain't)
I'm in a whole nother league with this shit, man
And I don't think they see me, so I'ma have to make them feel me
You know what I'm saying? (For real)
Boy, I got it up out of the dirt
Scars all over my heart, I was hurt
Stabbed in the back as a matter of fact
I was down on my ass, boy, it couldn't get worse
Just cause how it is, I'm not who I was
They change it for shit, no, they wishing I would
I'm doing the shit that they wish they could (man)
Boy, I feel like a prodigy, got the monopoly
I hit the lottery, uh-huh
Bitches are following me, they wanna ride on me
Smoking my broccoli, uh-huh
Baby, don't lie to me, baby, don't cry to me
Baby, don't buy to me, uh-huh
I'm just a country boy
Who make double your salary, uh-huh
Boy, I come from the sticks, bitch
I'm on some hip shit
I might pull up with a 9mm and just start deleting shit
I'm on some G shit
Said I'm on some street shit
But I'm from the country where bub gets his dicks either thumping
Whenever we off in the creek
Boy, I got it up out of the dirt
Scars all over my heart, I was hurt
Stabbed in the back as a matter of fact
I was down on my ass, boy, it couldn't get worse
Just cause how it is, I'm not who I was
They change it for shit, no, they wishing I would
I'm doing the shit that they wish they could (man)
5-0-1
Written by: Jordan Wheeler
