Oh No

Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop

Ain't no money like food stamp money 'cause the check money's for a sack of pot

Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock

Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody, boy, Billy got the big bass drop, come on

Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart

Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart

Fishnet on a leg lampshade

Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art

From the gutter like the bottom of a long fall

Move to my own beat like the song's off

Gettin' busy like I'm dialin' up the wrong call

Heels on the damn toes for the long walks

Story like I'm Rod Corey 'cause I get stoned

Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone

Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick clone

And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone

Got the ball, I'ma run it like the burnt part

Throwin' up the number three 'cause I earn heart

At the bar sideways tryna learn darts

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep, boy, and they like

Oh, no

Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh, no

It's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Opie Taylor got the streets goin' Mayberry

Been rappin' with the best and it ain't scary

Sonned a couple MCs and I did it with

Purple teeth from the wine like I ate berries

Drinkin' forty ounce Schlitz in a bubble bath

Eighteen wheels down like a bus pass

Drop a tour halfway like George Jones

Rough kiss goodbye like a mustache

She was shakin' in line, made her pass out

Must've weighed about at least two hundred fifty pounds

Laid up on the ground down with her ass out

Never met her, but we call her Big Crack House

That's rich like Milo's Sweet Tea

Line around the block for the Creek meet and greet

Two hot potatoes and a steak, I'ma make it three

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy, and they like

Oh, no

Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh, no

It's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Roll Tide on the numbers like a quarterback

Bandana tied on a big brim hat

Hit the cycle with the Harley sittin' in the grass

My uncle told me break a leg and I limped back

Came into the game and I made a big fuss

Logo with the gold chain, big buck

Single wide with the matchstick dry eye

Throw the flame like a propane lit up

Back to work on time, never one to win

Got the 808 knock like I'm comin' in

Blowin' through the notebook like a summer wind

Pullin' up with Ounce Zilla and my cousin Nin

Mama smiled and said: Boy, you know you ain't shit

But see, where I come from, that's a compliment

'Cause baby boy got sauce like condiments

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep, boy, and they like

Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop

Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody, boy, Billy got the big bass drop

Oh, no

Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh, no

It's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Oh, no

Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh, no

It's some bad bitches in the house tonight