[B Stille]

Yooooo!

I Said Yooooo!

For All Them Industry Haters That Said We Couldn't Do It...

This For My Country Thug Street Yeagas!

You Know We Gon'



[Hook]

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



[Verse 1]

[Skinny Deville]

My Yeaga Lookin Like One Of Them Days

I Got A Franklin 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



[Hook 2x]



[Verse 2]

[B Stille]

We Makes It Hot For 'em, Feel The Flames

Who Seperate The Real From Lames

Yeaga B 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



Check, Check

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