Handle Of Beam

Back in the day he was outta control

Need another standoff but his music ate y'all

That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam

Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams

Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball

We soaked up the game, fish grits and all

And now look what the south done let up out they mouth

Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out

Buckle up, look daddy, cause Bubba K come to play

All these crackers livin' good, that ain't what my stomach say

Every slutty U-G-A who daddy pay they way

Wanted me to stay and play, well Betty gotta pay to lay

I really hate to say you can't elevate to this

But if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hits

Me and ? tight as shit on the demo, fore we send it

And I'm tryna fuck these tits on this bimbo fore I end it

See I'm off balance, and I just bought a half a gallon

Of Jim Beam cause it seems to cultivate this talent

That I got in my hot, why don't you ask the slums

Or them folks who get they crumbs using microphones and drums

Or go to where I'm from, in LaGrange for a change

But be careful, it gets muddy, get a stain on your range

The shame made you change, you could look me eye to eye

Cause Bubba got that fire, tell the truth, you like it, aye

Back in the day he was outta control

Need another standoff but his music ate y'all

That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam

Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams

Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball

We soaked up the game, fish grits and all

And now look what the south done let up out they mouth

Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out

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