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Yeah. From Lex To Cashville. Me and Buck about to bring it to y'all. This that country-fried living, codeine in they System. Backwood sippin' with that candy paint Flippin'. And you know they strictly pimpin', Keep a gang of women. Slow and loud, you know we proud, that's why We representin'. This that dirty soundin' shit, this that dirty Soundin' shit. This that dirty soundin' shit, This that dirty soundin' shit. This that dirty soundin' shit, this that dirty Soundin' shit. This that dirty soundin' shit, This that dirty soundin' shit. Diamond grills, giant wheels, candy paint, Poppin' seals. '84s, screwed up, 808s, no deals. Pop the trunk, mixtapes, talkin' slurred, We the nicest. And we get to carry 'round Our nines with no gun license. And I like it 'cause the South is like Nowhere else that you can go. That's for sure, oh, if it end with a R, we gon' end it with a O. You Know, talk like nowhere else you go, but yet Influence the globe. We ain't talkin' that fast, you just really listen Too slow. Lovin' the way that my region influenced The music that you all believe in. And even when the people try to kill it And replace it, I promise that I'll keep it Breathin'. No reason for me to ever give a Bit of measure to another coast. Gotta rep it for what I'ma love the most. Even when I turn into a fuckin' ghost, I'ma Rep it for sure. Got that Southern pride, and Nobody fuck with Buck and I. Keep that Crunk alive, W-I-L-D like I'ma just go And get drunk and drive. And I know you Heard me, over 30, slow and nerdy. But I spit that shit that's harder than virgins With hoes and flirting. Yeah, bitch, this that country-fried living, Codeine in they system. Backwood sippin' with that candy paint flippin'. And you know they strictly pimpin', keep a gang Of women. Slow and loud, you know we proud, That's why we representin'. This that dirty soundin' shit, this that dirty This Dirty soundin' shit, this that This that dirty Soundin' soundin' shit. This that dirty soundin' Shit, this that dirty Soundin' shit. Born in these projects, We just picked up sticks and started robbin'. Holdin' my hostage, you been kidnapped by the goons And got it. Nah, we ain't the same, we Ain't got no license, not water colored. Really don't play these games, but I gotta finesse This time, I gotta run off. Get it, South way, we still sippin' lean and Choppin' blades. Cock my Glock 'fore I walk on Stage, can't let them put me on no front Page. I'm walkin' 'round Atlanta brave, I'm out on bond, got two AK. My bitch just keep on burnin' sage and tellin' Me shit like, "Buck, just pray." I'm on demon time and it's demon, I didn't Pay 'em no mind 'til I seen 'em. I knew one day I was gon' meet 'em, Swiss cheese 'em and leave 'em. Really still in the mud and I stand in It, I got both feet and both hands in It. Wrapped it up and I ran with it, Put it on the plane and land with it. I never have had no plan with it, just Told myself I can get it. Found out my own fam did it, now you Can't go run and put Pam in it. Get you a switch if you down here, you Cannot be fuckin' 'round here. You can be from out of town here, fuck Around and get found here. Country-fried living, codeine in they system. Backwood sippin' with that candy paint flippin'. And you know they strictly pimpin', keep a gang Of women. Slow and loud, you know we proud, That's why we representin'. This that dirty soundin' shit, this that dirty Soundin' shit. This that dirty soundin' shit, This that dirty soundin' soundin' shit, This that dirty soundin' shit. This dirty soundin' shit, this that dirty soundin'