southern sweet tea.

Nah i ain't never kick a bitch, but if I did that shit was justified Yeah, I shot the sherif, but it's the motherfucking judge who died I can't be convicted if there's no one left to testify Taking out one opp, I poison the pot, don't care if the rest will die Bass drum kick is the first of hit Bum Bum sound of thunder when the big man shifts "Run run", says the ruler slamming down the iron fist Sound of wrist bones snapping when the naive resist Crack from a whip I saw his whole body dip Can't slip went over saw the man in a ditch With drips, stains, pain, and leakage from his veins With a frail old body and snapped up cane No hope, no joke, neck tied by rope Can't poke the grizzly bear without a feeling it won't die, won't revive Somehow it doesn't survive But you could see looks of regret in the blank of his eye He is ready die, ready when the timing is right You gotta get fucking mauled before you start to die You gotta press a little button on your phone, so getting to rushing So just put two 1's right after the 9 Nah i ain't never kick a bitch, but if I did that shit was justified Yeah, I shot the sherif, but it's the motherfucking judge who died I can't be convicted if there's no one left to testify Taking out one opp, I poison the pot, don't care if the rest will die I was 16, had 6 dreams and no means, to be 10 bags deep in Fiji, drinking sweet tea Had 6 teens, on 6 teams, playing on split screens With TVs the size of the goddamn Sistine Drop top '05, low rider, peace sign Haven't lost yet, cause' the engine is a turbine Riding on a fine line, short break drive by '05 cruising to the tip of the frontlines Don't ever lie, I'm not fake I stay strapped, 12 and a 9, you're not safe I pray that you'll never find what I make Cause' you'll say I never grind for my take My woman asked me if i wanna new look I said "I can do anything after you give me that look" With a curvy ass body from a fiction book And a little bit of spirit from a Kendrick hook