NOTTHEONE

Coming out of Bama bitch The heart of the Dixie I came alone I'll die alone That's why nobody's with me The king of the Phonk With no regards for the rules I'll slap a hoe crazy If she comin up, short on my dues Cut on some tunes Sit back and just let the world spin The goals we chasin after Come way faster when we workin So what's yo purpose You working or you serving Everything's not set in stone It won't come if you're worthless Now, lace yo boots Put on yo lil rugged suit It's time we show em the proof My nigga I got the juice Now, lace up yo boots Put on yo rugged suit My sound, it goes through the roof My nigga I got the juice Sippin 100 proof But shit i don't even drink Nothing but that fine herb If it ain't indie don't pass to me, ah Most of y'all be smoking on that shit with stems and seeds Couldn't be me, I be tryna touch the galaxy Get me on beats, and then I cause immediate casualties Not the one to be fucked with, I say that shit casually