(Yeah, Yeah) (Yeah, Yeah) You ain't supposed to do this if you come from my town I'm pretty sure I left a good impression (Yes I did) He already tryna book our next session (Yes he is) And I ain't even get to the undressin' I'm guessin' my motivated mentality his obsession Well I'm very intilectual so I guess I could get technical If she is a pretty bitch I guess I could get sexual (I guess I could) Just because I'm flexin' on him doesn't mean I'm flexible Your dick game cool (It's cool) But my pussy unforgettable (yeah) My talent is immeasurable So they put me on the schedule (yeah) Callin me your queen? Then put this pussy on a pedestal Only smoke the green don't fuck around with all the chemicals All these bitches sleepin' like they eatin' on an edible I woke em up now, they fuck with my sound (my sound) You ain't supposed to do this if you come from my town (my town) Pretty and I'm witty don't you fuck with my crown (my crown) One hand on my titties and that booty up, down (up, down) I woke em up now, they fuck with my sound (my sound) You ain't supposed to do this if you come from my town (my town) Pretty and I'm witty don't you fuck with my crown (my crown) One hand on my titties and that booty up, down (up, down) Don't fuck with my crown hoe That shit is bedazzled I come unexpectedly got these bitches all frazzled I keep em' buzzin' i'm busy baby I don't diddle daddle It's sad my daddy don't get because I like to rap battle But on the low, like soprano if you play the piano I'll hit that high note and turn this shit to a scandal (watch out) Can't trust these bitches they flip and flop like some sandals Yeah I know they don't like me but they still type in my handle Ooo wee Shake it in them new jeans Off the Henny got these verses flowin' through my pen ink Ooo wee Boy I like your physique You could be my first to turn this two into a three I woke em up now, they fuck with my sound (my sound) You ain't supposed to do this if you come from my town (my town) Pretty and I'm witty don't you fuck with my crown (my crown) One hand on my titties and that booty up, down (up, down) I woke em up now, they fuck with my sound You ain't supposed to do this if you come from my town Pretty and I'm witty don't you fuck with my crown One hand on my titties and that booty up, down (up, down)

Now this could only happen to a guy like me And only happen in a town like this So may I say to each of you most gratefully As I throw each one of you a kiss This is my kind of town, Chicago is My kind of town, Chicago is My kind of people too People who smile at you And each time I roam, Chicago is Calling me home, Chicago is Why I just grin just like a clown It's my kind of town My kind of town, Chicago is My kind of town, Chicago is My kind of razzmatazz And it has all that jazz And each time I leave, Chicago is Tugging my sleeve, Chicago is The Wrigley Building, Chicago is The Union Stockyard, Chicago is One town that won't let you down It's my kind of town

I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yeah You gon' do what to who? Nigga, you ain't nothin', dude Shit, he say, "Nigga?" Yeah, I did, nigga, fuck you Oh, I can't say that? But you can say that? Black lives matter, and every white dude is racist I like country and rap, they say I can't I say I can, hold up, matter of fact I'm sayin', listen Racism is at an all-time high in America I don't judge people by their color I just judge them on their character Who wrote? You know, I know how to get it in Dawg, Cujo, you know, you just on that kitten, shit Large, I'm livin', you ain't in charge I'm givin' you three seconds 'fore I lose my temper Stomp your head in Oh, my God, aggression, fuck, yeah, I'm American Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it Take that fuckin' towel off your head I don't like the way you wearin' it Allah Akbar, sick of hearin' it from terrorists In our homeland, little kids poppin' Xans Walk around, skinny pants Where the fuck are mom and dad? But I'm supposed to honor that? Sorry, Honor, I object, and by object I mean, I'm comin' at your motherfuckin' neck Fuck a threat, no pretendin', bitch, I know what my gender is You think I'm offensive, I think you're too fuckin' sensitive Censor this, I don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger You're more pussy than my little sister, get the picture? I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off that chair, yeah Pu-pu-pu-public enemy, number one, under the gun Never seen an enemy wantin' beef, I'm runnin' from Country rap, what the fuck is that? They just point and laugh Watch me put it on my back then put it on the map You ain't Church, you ain't Demun, you ain't jelly, you ain't struggle I'ma make this simple, bitch, I'm out to get you, you in trouble I'ma end you 'fore you start, take a man, break his heart I take action, you actin', learn to play your part You a fake, you ain't strong, you a bitch, you a fraud Music that I make, make you wish you never wrote a song Run along 'fore you catch clips from the automatic I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors It's more than that, white trash, we deserve better Redneck, hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together Don't you ever say my name I'll expose ya Close your casket faster than I closed hosiers Game over

These dirt roads ain't gold down there It's hell on earth, anything goes down here Lookin' for some holy water at the water hole But all I'm findin' is whiskey and beer And I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner to the core Searchin' like the devil, to find the Lord, yea Heaven knows I need help sometimes 'Cause I love to have a hell of a time I said, I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner, Lord save me But please pour me up a drink before you take me If you can turn water into wine I'm sure you make a hell of a shine, yea I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raisin' hell Can't make it out this world alive I just want a piece of heaven, before I die So pass me the apple pie I'm gonna drink it all down, 'til the jar goes dry Baptized in the lake of fire Should have drowned me when you could, but I'm still alive I'm comin' for your ass like a bat outta hell And you can bet I'm gonna take what's mine, oh Preacher man don't preach to me You should pull up a chair and have a drink with me You sweatin' like the devil with them lies you told You better start prayin' to save your soul, oh no I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raising hell

Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside We just fight, where you at? Come outsi-i-i-i I'm gonna rap, boom bap Y'all gonna ask "Who's that?" Motherfucker came straight from the mid-west Love me the south confederates I ain't ever heard no better shit Y'all sound a lot like Cheddar Bob You don't even know what cheddar is Probably should go and get a job? Y'all motherfuckers makin' us look bad Do this in my sleep like no look pass Lookin' like kids with a big book bag First day of school 'bout to get whoop ass You know I got a whole can of that You look gay like a fanny pack I ain't tryna hear that tranny rap This shit gon' make your granny mad This grown man shit, hold that bitch Take a photo, you know Kodak bitch? You climbin' up the wrong tree, no way down Nobody knows you in your town I show up and y'all show love You show up nobody gives a fuck Must suck to suck go chase some clout I'm up so high I'm chasin' clouds I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) Country Casanova knock the dust up off my flannel Now I do feel like a star they got me actin' like a vandal I got guards outside my house, I got drones up in the air I got cars at both my houses, never been a dealer player Yeah, the police watchin' me like T.I. back in 2010 Prolly 'cause I got an army base I'm postin' on the 'Gram Yeah, they done blocked me off my socials They done shadow banned reactors They done tried to shut my shows down, we Metallica them bastards And last year my best shit was the Range Rover song Now my homies like "Hey fuck these junky ass cars" No weed in the seat with the back filled up with top soil Then I chopped the top off, it gets rained on Mother Nature hits me up like "Damn son nice car" Yeah, that last line was a light bar No not the one on your truck I mean an actual light bar Take a photo then send that shit pop flash that photosynthesis I make weapons with words that sell, occupation wordsmithmenship I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan)

This is not a song This is not even a fucking warning I'm coming for all you mother fuckers If you diss me, I'm coming to your front door there will be no reply Le, le, le, Let me make this crystal clear This country rap ain't shit to hear Y'all ain't moved an inch in years Stuck in the mud shiftin' gears You must write your raps with crayons Hosier's got like a dozen fans Known for fucking his cousin and Talkin' shit but won't throw hands You ain't a man, you a bitch right You buddy up then you switch sides Can't get nowhere so you dick ride That's straight up, midnight Don't get me wrong tryin' to put a song But have of y'all can't write a song The other half is doin' shit, they build it up and you ruin it It's time to man up, no more bitch Why you on stage grabbin your dick Talkin' about the beers you drinking braggin' about the cans you dip You so cammo I can't see you this ammo make yo ass see through Talk tough get fucked tossed In the trunk then take that punk 'til I see you Once a hillbilly get killed really, I fuck with 'ol boy Chicken Willy It's summer time body still chilly Can't touch ya boy but you still feel me I choke a hater with Copenhagen, dope as fuck, no mistaken As far as hick-hop I hit the top, whether or not that shit's vacant Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up This is who the fuck is Just In Time This is Redneck Rave Shit motherfuckers Whatchall think I wasn't going to get on here and talk my shit Y'all sadly mother fuckin' mistaken, now check this out Y'all mother fuckers wanna talk about Y'all gonna piss on somebody's boots I got 17 motherfuckin reasons why you ain't gonna step bitch You got a motherfuckin problem When you see me Make sure your ass hop out the mutherfuckin' truck bitch Let's go! You, you, you thought I was done, no, n-n-n-no Armed to the teeth in a no gun zone Got an army with me Quit talking to me like, lights on upstairs but nobody's home Nobody's on shit, just fight me, nobody wants it, unlikely Get stomped out by redwing boots We don't do soft shit 'round her, fuck Nike You won't pull it, shot gun bullets, wreck ya whole body All I hear is a lotta bullshit, you ain't nobody Who's gonna check me, I'm waitin' Please don't test me, my patience Running out don't run ya mouth, this gun I got ain't go no safety Lord have mercy, I mean that, If I react it means Hearses Bunch of virgins, I can't fuck with these bitches weak ass verse This is curtains, show's over Not for me but for those or you who oppose the fact I just showed ya that the game is over (it's over)