Dukes of Hazard

I got 1, 2, 3, 4 O's in the soda

I be in my bag like the gun in my holster

I can't wave the flag, when we win I'll say I told ya

I can't wait to brag when finally rich, like I'm Sosa

You ain't poppin' tags, you ain't poppin' shit

You could spend 2,000 on a fit and still ain't rock the shit

She could give me everything and more, still might block the bitch

They just gave me champagne in Dior, feel my pockets itch

I don't need the tears and the drama you bring

I know that it's spring, but you're fallin

Down a dark road, I just hope you know