Bass...

Who the one from the pine, whaddup yall?

I'm the one from the grind, how low yall

Low below the dixie line, fuck with me,

I'll show ya how to pull the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy

I'm catfish bitch

I am back in this

These steak knife (who?) pump action

Nadda nothin buddy don't even try to bother (holler) him

I told you I'm catfish, I'm quick to swaller (swaller) him

Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad)

Worse than gun shells like bush in baghdad

My bazooka got the chopper in zone

Bake chili muffins like a motherfuckin hoe

Glass breakin I have your mother duckin low

Back down haha now that's a motherfuckin joke

Southern boys got hot butter for your soul

Cracker barrel bullet dynamite so lets go.

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My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookin

Rear view mirrors got the world sittin crooked

I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweaters

I'm playin those haters

I got that gator

I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin.

Give me the keywood, these kicks are tempting

I'm blowin this shit up like bottles of jim beam

Knockers drop me, models are modeling

I can't get a seat so make me start wobbling

You want it bad well then I give you my pickle

I took off the chain now I can't pedal my bicycle

Ain't got no pedro, still get it crunk though

Leavin my tire marks and hip hop centerfolds

Oh!

I know that amplifiers heated up

Oh!

I know the dj wanna speed it up

My shits snappin, it ain't snap music

But you can lean back and throw it up, come on

These alabama boys connect with atlanta boys

Raised up by gun lovers who load up bananas boy

Drivin them jettys and throwin ds on them cadillacs

Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that battle back.

[Chorus]

My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookin

Rear view mirrors got the world sittin crooked

I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweaters

I'm playin those haters

I got that gator

I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin.

Yeah I'm southern

I'm crazy, I'm drivin, chevy's daily

Hollar at g, burnin tires(burnin tires),

I'm trashy (I'm trashy), on fire

Yeah

I'll stick em good, I'll show em up

I'll show em hood, I don't give a fuck

I'm from the trailer park

I help king

I don't get any part

So I just better leave

Daling daling dalinga ring ring

Cellular blowing up they wanna dinga ling

I'm a limousine

The pimple of the leading team

We number one of all 7 of dicks of my f-family.

[Chorus]

My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookin

Rear view mirrors got the world sittin crooked

I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweaters

I'm playin those haters

I got that gator

I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin.