No Good - Nappy Roots Yoo I said Yoo For all them industry haters That said we couldn't do it This for my country thug street yeagas You know we gon' Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a Country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood my hood Tote heat sho' should Folk round here be up to no good My yeaga looking like one of them days I got a Frankling in my pocket With this lint like a slave And 20 cent to my name Tryna make this crime pay Money spent Ben gone Left me with the Hamil-ton Window tint same ol' song Lincoln on a sack With the fifty dat Bump my song Get drunk get it crunk Country-fried pack a blunt Erything tight Volume 2 off in the trunk bump In a slump head shot got Me pumped like a gauge Turn the page flip the script Hit the script jump Shorty with the dump In the hatchback ass fat Nickel bag of funk Caught a skunk in a rat trap Sat back hit it once Hit it twice pass that Mashed out Fleetwood Cadillac headed South Woodgrain Pure Grain Hold it in and let it out Bouncin' like a bunny hunny Tell the shorty set it out Get in where we fit in We gon' try our best to sell it out Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a Country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood my hood Tote heat sho' should Folk round here be up to no good Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a Country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood my hood Tote heat sho' should Folk round here be up to no good We makes it hot for 'em Feel the flames Who separate the real from lames Yeaga be Stille's his name Where you from The Ville LaGrange To Mills and Fane Look how far Louisville's done came Now break it down I like my pockets fat And my weed green And my liquor brown And my hens clean With they panties down And a beat that keep my yeagas Bouncin bouncin bouncin bouncin My mic vocals Is like choke holds Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in And purchase a nickel to Help me breathe again I'm from a place where Blood spills and stains Filled with drug deals and gangs Yeagas with gold grills and thangs Drink up fill ya tanks spill ya drinks It's Nappy dawg untamed Southern slang unchanged We sendin' slugs through you brain F**k what you know good And all my thugs for the sane You know be go Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a Country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood my hood Tote heat sho' should Folk round here be up to no good Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a Country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood my hood Tote heat sho' should Folk round here be up to no good A cool cat with a pimp hat Cup fulla Gin Jack Dreaded out throwing up deuces When I'm headed out Slice it up and bet it out 5-0-4 Throw the prices up and set it out Real niggaz never doubt Swerve to the calico Give me a deuce of that Make it 2 of that Pack a tip flush a Optimo Keep the change got to go Flirt tryna talk dirty Georgia bred you can Tell by my Hawk jersey Hit me up if you get off early Then I dap out so clean Yo honey actin' mo' mean Napped out momma asking Me What's all that about Say I got big plans Look slim but mapped out Country boy with country game Never spittin' nothin' lame Get paid to rap Still a dap like ain't nothin' changed My shit stay Nappy Split ends stay happy Bad threads must've came from his pappy Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a Country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood my hood Tote heat sho' should Folk round here be up to no good Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a Country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood my hood Tote heat sho' should Folk round here be up to no good Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a Country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood my hood Tote heat sho' should Folk round here be up to no good Smoke good drink good Eat good Fleetwood 404

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