NASHVILLE Lyrics

Whos that in that whip

What is that on his hip

When did he get my bitch

Where does he think he is

Who's that young man standing right there with the tattoos sagging them britches

Get him a belt and go hand him a bible today he gon learn about Jesus

Fuck being humble

I'm getting my chili off shit that I mumble

Dog i be bagging my chips you can open that bitch and see how they ruffle

Boy you can't handle a duffle

Pick up the weight but don't act surprised when you stumble

Me I can grab me a couple

And walk down the ally to reflect on the times that i fumbled

Bitch I'm getting my tickets

real young thug I'm counting my digits

So much blue you would think I'm crippin

Bitch I'm back in business

Ill park they ass I'm benching

I push that weight that'll tear your tendons

Shit that leave you breathless

Fuck it I'm swapping the topic

I'm bringings some knowledge present to your knoggin

It be ya people with loyalty problems

They all down to ride till the day that you walkin

If you want flowers go get you a garden

Or lay in a coffin

We all on a line but I see through the margins

Instagram got your humanity auctioned

Stop the performances

Under the surface is

Flexing and purchasing

Market their services

Screaming out masculine shortages

Screaming we loosing our purposes

Show you what making a fortune is

Having you pay for their mortgages

I can't believe you ignoring this

You jumping on ships that ain't boyant

So when that bitch sinks at deployment

Don't take up your finger to point it

Fuck what you think

They tell you anything get you to click on the link

And most of y'all half of my age

12 years old and you worried bout bank

Life is a gamble you put your attention at stake

Need I remind you Shepard don't follow they leading the way

What makes you believe that you got what it takes by following Tate

We been runnin it backwards

Not raising our bastards

The moment they chatter

To kids when it matters

That shit is a hazard

The women are shattered

That stomachs ain't flatter

And titties ain't fatter

We letting the people to enable our boys to be morally dead

They tellin our daughters that they only purpose is fuckin in bed

Watch what you put on that record

one day they might pull it to put on the record

And if you the truth consider no differ

That shit'll get shook when a sentence delivered

But most of y'all playing around with the truth

Get on a beat and start chipping a tooth

Rhymed bout ya people the shit that they do

Only trap in that record was you

Fuck it I'm breaking it down and I'm diving

You waxed on the plot got ya potnas indited

Supplying the pressure for shit that you rhymin

You standin on bars with ya potna behind em

Defendant dependant which one are you riding

You watchin and writing or living and dying

You getting a meal or you keeping it silent

You running from shepherds or sampling sirens

Fuck it I'm swapping the topic again

A lynx in a cage you ain't touching my pen

Like a shadow at noon I be two steps ahead what's a dog to a lion put the paws on a bitch

I'm Billy batson if Billy said fuck it and got him a Benz

Fuck all that magic I'll fall to my habits and get me a brick

I earned every damned one of my losses

Bitch see me keep caution

If a broke bitch stink yall keeping me nauseous

Yall are too common

Give me more pressure I ain't feeling the weight

Bitch I've felt infinite sense I was eight

We can die on this block the American way

Let's pull out the heaters and let em debate