You ain't taking my Cornbread, Fried Chicken or Kool-Aid, nigga Fukk that nigga, I'm from South Carolina and Georgia, I'll have his teeth laying in the mud and on the concrete

I'm fired? punk, fukk you then, punk bitch Well fukk you and and fukk anybody that look like ya, you sid the sloth face lookin ass nigga, that's on my mama

ayo Shut the fukk up Buzz no dontcha tell me to shut the fukk up Woody motherfukka I'll fukk yo world up nigga that's on my mama

Ouch I'm sorry if I called you a lil nigga don't hurt me Too fukkin late nigga imma fukk yo life and world up

Oh you'll fukk my world up?, I'll bitch slap yo motherfukkin ass back to outer space and nigga that's definitely on my mama

Nigga i want my Fried Chicken, Ham-hock, Potato Salad, Macaroni n Cheese, Corn on the Cob and Cornbread Dinner Now!

That go for you and any other of you motherfukkin Crocodile mouth motherfukkas in this bitch You fukk around with South Carolina and Georgia, it's gon be consequences and repercussions, it'll be a blood bath y'all won't forget and nigga that's on my mama

Fukk waiting on the goddamn Mob to Lench, i wanna start off by saying fukk that nigga The, Grinch! All you do is eat onions from the trash, if you come around the cat I’ll put a shell in yo ass

Go on, touch your toes and, Make me a roll and, go on hit the mall and buy me some clothes, mane And if your boy trip, I'mma bust a clip, Y'all bitches can't fukk with me and Daryl Coop, nigga

I just pulled up in a Ghost, Fukked that bitch up out in London, Then I fukked up on her cousin, On her sister, I don't know nothin' And my niggas gettin' ignorant, Like a lighter, bitch, we ignant, All this water on my neck Look like I fell when I went fishin'

God fukkin damn it man, i done already toldcha the name shit it ain't legal man open the motherfukkin' gate, cuzz Do yo damn job, nigga and hit that button, fukk's wrong witcha, ain't nobody's bitch, bitch, hit the fukkin' button, nigga

God fukkin damn it man, i done already the name shit it ain't legal man open the motherfukkin' gate, cuzz Do yo damn job, nigga and hit that button, fukk is wrong witcha, ain't nobody's bitch, bitch

I just seen your little video you hoe ass nigga, you cook Grilled Cheese Sandwiches on a fukkin Iron, you call your niggas bloods, and you a hoe ass nigga Keep fukkin around or me and my crip niggas gonna drive by your barbershop and light that motherfukka up

I gotta go sit behind a desk for 8 to 9 damn hours and Oprah Winfrey on my summer vacation, and then Slow yo ass the fukk down, who's gives a fukk if you're watching Oprah or you sitting at a cubicle taking unders on a bullshit ass job

I gotta go sit behind a desk for 8 to 9 damn hours and Oprah Winfrey on my summer vacation, and then Slow yo ass the fukk down, who's gives a fukk if you're watching Oprah or you sitting at a cubicle taking orders on a bullshit ass job

I mean come on this car's a classic you lucky we ain't in Compton, South Central or Inglewood, because hood niggas would jack our bitch asses from the suburbs