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Yup Yup Yup Uh 367 miles I'm from that mid state, GA Jones county 478 Yeah you know you heard about me boy I can't wait To see the look on all the faces When we take it out of the oven and fix them all a plate Man I see your subtle insult post it on your IG You know where I'm from buddy it ain't hard to find me But bring a lunch box, trapper keeper to take notes Big pack of pens and enough ink to flow And I'm laying down the script just speak slow and clear Knock an album out in one day and get paid for many years (haha) And I spend it all on real estate now I know my kids are straight Rent check calculate educate educate Revenue stream heavily stocked and I got the bait Tackle box full of line backers and bullets Holy bible Desert Eagle and the balls to pull it You heard you heard (yeah you heard) Dark from no street lights dog, you can catch me coastin' Swayin' through them fall leaves, got my tires a smokin' Raised up from the other side, that's why I slay opponents We hoggin' up this whole lane, you know we got that dope shit SongtexteFrom no street lights dog, you can catch me coastin' Swayin' through them fall leaves, got my tires a smokin' Raised up from the other side, that's why I slay opponents We hoggin' up this whole lane, you know we got that dope shit Dirty dirty Cheatham County made yet dog I'm proud of that Been reppin' on that muddy shit since the first day I started rappin' Through them honeysuckles in my sleep beside my yellow lab Came up from them one lane roads and now I'm whippin' yellow Lams I'm camouflage that bitch and make my rap name fuckin' Uncle Sam Gotta army of them redneck boys call them all confederates Rollin' in the rust bucket with a big gun and a slick tongue A hick hittin' a lick on a a kick drum, shit son I tell him how it is come get some I get that boom shoot first and ask none Take caution I stay flossin' straight coughin' I got the gas like a motherfuckin' exhaust fume And I don't take L's you can have those back Yo me and Demun gonna flex like a body builder supposed to I ain't got to flex but I know I'm fiddin' to post to IG that track a body if you want to We stay slayin' tracks Tony Stewart of the pro tools Anybody else bitch please y'all old news Dark from no street lights dog, you can catch me coastin' Swayin' through them fall leaves, got my tires a smokin' Raised up from the other side, that's why I slay opponents We hoggin' up this whole lane, you know we got that dope shit From no street lights dog, you can catch me coastin' Swayin' through them fall leaves, got my tires a smokin' Raised up from the other side, that's why I slay opponents We hoggin' up this whole lane, you know we got that dope shit Haha, haha, haha, haha Aus Songtexte Mania