Hmmmmm

OW

OH

Hmmmmm

OW

OH

Hmmmmm

OW

OH

Hmmmmm c'mon

OW

Make them beats like you used to make

Oh

Now keep movin

Oh

Now keep movin

Oh

Make them beats like you used to make

Woo

OOHHH

C'mon

Timbaland done lost his mind

Mind

I think I'm about to cross the line

Line

And find me somethin that soft to find

Find

And hit it cause she swing right off the vine

Oh

You better hold me back I told you that

I got enough heat to take your corners back

And I done took your freak you want her back

Well you can have that hooker hooker hooker

C'mon

I'm a dirty south n***a from the VA streets

Oh

And this is how I represent over this here beat

Uh huh

And y'all don't really wanna f**k with me

I don't care what y'all say y'all stuck with me

Alright now

Now I got the place panicin

Oh

Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan

Oh

And I might put two in the sky

Uh huh

Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Woo

You better hold me back

Oh

You better hold me back

Oh

You better hold me back

Cause I'm full of shenanigans

Oh

You better hold me back

Oh

You better hold me back

Oh

You better hold me back

Cause I'm full of shenanigans

Hold me back cause rap sell more than crack

Stack my funds my guns take my quarters back

Don't resist I will put heat on the track

Matter of fact we can take it off of wax

You and your team was livin the dream somebody shake 'em

I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em

F**k face the street is a car chase

Ew dead set do what it take to win the race

I erase my fear and don't reappear

I'mma go to the bar and take your beer b***h

N***a I must make s**t clear

F**k around with Oo I'll bite off your ear

You better do the same I fight 'til your slain

On right just to bite I'm tryna sever a vein

And I might put two in the sky

Like

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focused

Slow as he appear it's clear I own this

Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive

North or northfolk they jokes is our negligence

Sure they bounce to 112 I make a note of what sells

Down here the sign men don't promote it look at us fail

F**k it I'mma just tell the truth as I perceive it

Most of them think our s**t is useless believe it

But me I got a love affair with all things Southern

The dirty is a territory y'all can't govern

We all ain't brothers but this ain't the B*****s neither

And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin either

Let me hit the ** 'fore I forgot to be the

Little old country white boy get to spittin ether

Don't let this s**t deceive ya that cracker there crafty

I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me

B***h

*humming continues*

Full of shenanigans