Walking out the ditch
With mud all on my Jordan's
Running with the pack
Like Alford Morris
I'm leading the way
Give me the torches
Two deep in the four door
And you can't afford this
When I drive by
People waving from they porches
Woah wait
Without Tennessee Texas Wouldn't even be a state
I'm east as it gets
Before you leave the state
I shoot like curry with the thirty
My dog he shoot like Klay
I just met the plugs plug
Yeah his name Jose
I stick and move
I don't sit and wait
Smokin wedding cake
Washed down with some
Southern comfort in my lemonade
I just did a kick flip
I can't even skate
We blowing smoke
While we in the whip
Going down the interstate
Trying to eat off of my plate
Keep a four five at all times
Just like I'm shade
Woah wait
Without Tennessee
Texas wouldn't even be a state
I'm East as it gets
Before you leave the state
I shoot like I'm curry with the thirty My dog shoot like Klay
I just met the plugs plug
Yeah his name Jose
Yeah yeah
How the f*ck you thank you'd talk that shit
And it wouldn't make it's way back up here to me
Everybody thank I'm living bad
But I'm still living life in luxury
And your main bitch
Yeah she f*ck with me
You would know
But you been looking left on me
I just got a toolie
But I didn't get no bullets
Cause if I seen him out in public
It would be a shooting spree
Greasy mother f*cker stole my beam
I just got a brand new burner
Let him meet my heat
I'm a different breed
Talk a little shit but trying to stay discreet
All I sees the top
Barely even notice you
You way beneath
Hold on hold on
On some bigger shit f*ck Texas They wouldn't even be a state
If it weren't for Tennessee
I smoke till it blisters me
I've been grinding but I still work week to week
This ain't no love song
This ain't no glycerine
And I stay fresh just like listerine
Walking out the ditch with mud all on my Jordan's
Running with the pack like Alford Morris
I'm leading the way give me the torches
Two deep in the four door
And you can't afford this
When I drive by
People waving from their porches
Woah wait
Wait hold up
F*ck it
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Walking out the ditch
With mud all on my Jordan's
Running with the pack
Like Alford Morris
I'm leading the way
Give me the torches
Two deep in the four door
And you can't afford this
When I drive by
People waving from they porches
Woah wait
Without Tennessee Texas Wouldn't even be a state
I'm east as it gets
Before you leave the state
I shoot like curry with the thirty
My dog he shoot like Klay
I just met the plugs plug
Yeah his name Jose
I stick and move
I don't sit and wait
Smokin wedding cake
Washed down with some
Southern comfort in my lemonade
I just did a kick flip
I can't even skate
We blowing smoke
While we in the whip
Going down the interstate
Trying to eat off of my plate
Keep a four five at all times
Just like I'm shade
Woah wait
Without Tennessee
Texas wouldn't even be a state
I'm East as it gets
Before you leave the state
I shoot like I'm curry with the thirty My dog shoot like Klay
I just met the plugs plug
Yeah his name Jose
Yeah yeah
How the f*ck you thank you'd talk that shit
And it wouldn't make it's way back up here to me
Everybody thank I'm living bad
But I'm still living life in luxury
And your main bitch
Yeah she f*ck with me
You would know
But you been looking left on me
I just got a toolie
But I didn't get no bullets
Cause if I seen him out in public
It would be a shooting spree
Greasy mother f*cker stole my beam
I just got a brand new burner
Let him meet my heat
I'm a different breed
Talk a little shit but trying to stay discreet
All I sees the top
Barely even notice you
You way beneath
Hold on hold on
On some bigger shit f*ck Texas They wouldn't even be a state
If it weren't for Tennessee
I smoke till it blisters me
I've been grinding but I still work week to week
This ain't no love song
This ain't no glycerine
And I stay fresh just like listerine
Walking out the ditch with mud all on my Jordan's
Running with the pack like Alford Morris
I'm leading the way give me the torches
Two deep in the four door
And you can't afford this
When I drive by
People waving from their porches
Woah wait
Wait hold up
F*ck it
With mud all on my Jordan's
Running with the pack
Like Alford Morris
I'm leading the way
Give me the torches
Two deep in the four door
And you can't afford this
When I drive by
People waving from they porches
Woah wait
Without Tennessee Texas Wouldn't even be a state
I'm east as it gets
Before you leave the state
I shoot like curry with the thirty
My dog he shoot like Klay
I just met the plugs plug
Yeah his name Jose
I stick and move
I don't sit and wait
Smokin wedding cake
Washed down with some
Southern comfort in my lemonade
I just did a kick flip
I can't even skate
We blowing smoke
While we in the whip
Going down the interstate
Trying to eat off of my plate
Keep a four five at all times
Just like I'm shade
Woah wait
Without Tennessee
Texas wouldn't even be a state
I'm East as it gets
Before you leave the state
I shoot like I'm curry with the thirty My dog shoot like Klay
I just met the plugs plug
Yeah his name Jose
Yeah yeah
How the f*ck you thank you'd talk that shit
And it wouldn't make it's way back up here to me
Everybody thank I'm living bad
But I'm still living life in luxury
And your main bitch
Yeah she f*ck with me
You would know
But you been looking left on me
I just got a toolie
But I didn't get no bullets
Cause if I seen him out in public
It would be a shooting spree
Greasy mother f*cker stole my beam
I just got a brand new burner
Let him meet my heat
I'm a different breed
Talk a little shit but trying to stay discreet
All I sees the top
Barely even notice you
You way beneath
Hold on hold on
On some bigger shit f*ck Texas They wouldn't even be a state
If it weren't for Tennessee
I smoke till it blisters me
I've been grinding but I still work week to week
This ain't no love song
This ain't no glycerine
And I stay fresh just like listerine
Walking out the ditch with mud all on my Jordan's
Running with the pack like Alford Morris
I'm leading the way give me the torches
Two deep in the four door
And you can't afford this
When I drive by
People waving from their porches
Woah wait
Wait hold up
F*ck it
Writer: Thurman Icenhour
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