[Chorus - Male (background singer) My (Tell me do you it) My slang (Tell me do you it) I'm sorry (Tell me do you it), OW! (Tell me do you it) Gettin (Tell me do you it) I'm so jazzy (Tell me do you it) Gettin (Tell me do you it) OW! (Tell me do you love it),
1] Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun seen Walkin a swallowed up the pharmacy at Walgreens Never did I love her, sorry it was all clean Who you think you dealin with?, this Mathis' offspring Forty I was on the eighty I was there it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there You a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out your (OH) block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knox six twelves, four amps, three sluts, hot I ya once hot shot, you done braggin too hot inside that tool box, there is when the feud stops
2] Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin And I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to ya I just a while and call ya when it's over Don't where I'm headed but it's pretty far from sober Yeah I fucked up in life, but start it over Cause momma said that God said he got a for ya And I'm a give ya lord, every a heart I owe ya It sounds a bit but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW) What you know about balin hay in that Georgia heat few roads are paved, still I do it for the streets There's a heap a shit to lose, but even more to keep If you froggy baby, better look before you leap
3] Baby it's the tone, that got me gettin 'Georgia Like Shondon, with that Steven on the Or maybe it's the slang, that got me gettin my brains on the plane, met this chick in Mayne And you certaintly can the jazziest persona But it's classy that get trashy in the sauna Bubba's just the slickest, how else is there to it I'll just plead my case, and then let unveil the verdict