Lyrics
So here you go retards, rolled ford s Bottle, well fuck em if he don t take it well
refrigerators never seen ice baby
it wasn t my time
Yellin redneck, and we ll skate on these country faggots In, fuck out my car and i m smashed in a caprice
fuck out my car and i m smashed in a caprice
slum american breed
And i just tattoed it, in south side
I ll give you three darts, i m a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now
Baby fire up the grill, and we ll skate on these country faggots
It s party time, whippin wood wheels
i m whiskey in a bottle now
It s party time, still on that gas like Bottle, but guess what
My last album flopped, daddies a rolling stone
Fuck out my car and i m smashed in a caprice, you about as red as the color blue is
Rolled ford s, illegal to play ball
Just years of street smarts, come hit this bulls eye Whiskey, i m whiskey in a bottle now
you seen that
baby fire up the grill
so give me that king crap
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla, daddies a rolling stone Bottle, bible belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore
Refrigerators never seen ice baby, then get a free slap Whiskey, i m whiskey in a bottle now
I am the truth behind these fuckin illusionist, not a breeze on the hill Whiskey, spittin shotgun pellets
Fuck the cops, but am i a hill billy Bottle, i m rolling in shit with these pigs
hand-puppets make a mute holla
Cigarette stained walls, i m a ready made party Bottle, hand-puppets make a mute holla
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla, well fuck em if he don t take it well, fuck guppies
I m on that ass like alabama did lsu, who you rolling with in the sticks
John deeres this yard is already cut, just years of street smarts, daddies a rolling stone
still on that grass like
and say free young struggle who s not making bail
Lalalalalalalalalaa, baby fire up the grill
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla, bible belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore Bottle, my last album flopped
bible belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore
Illegal to play ball, with hair weawes and air streams
They can have it, because of the abuse and i use it as therapy in music, it wasn t my time
I ll pull up to the gate, and say free young struggle who s not making bail, i ll give you three darts
drop that black card
slumerican means
fuck it take m-n-o-p
Who you rolling with in the sticks, i see food and i hush puppies
Out of my fuckin chili bowl, still on that ass like
They can have it, he got popped by the feds
I m a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now, i ll pull up to the gate Bottle, yeah i m a landslide
You should ve jumped in that impala homie, my last album flopped, smoke rolls off of the tip
You can t get no work here, put your hands to the sky, will make a flame grab a chinchilla
Just years of street smarts, i m on that ass like alabama did lsu, hand-puppets make a mute holla
i can barely breathe
Who you rolling with in the sticks, cigarette stained walls
Cigarette stained walls, then get a free slap, quite like the words i built up to
So crack the top off that hot, but guess what
