Gimmie the keys to the Gm turn it up to 10 got the gm cd in gotta know baby girl who you seein got room in the back but I cant let your B in gotchu a glass of whine cuz you cheesin gott my freak flag high its breezy season season these rappers now I'm eatin if you aint down for whatever we aint seein bulls ridin shotty w a shawty on his lap crazy motherfucker lookin for fools to cap dont show respect and he might snap gangsta mafias where its at sipping diesel syrup thru a twizzler strut to club let the saloon doors swing it's that dirty south rap that the southern heat will bring I'd like to pimp slow and focus on the finer things that big ole booty pimp god is shining light on me you better be gone' you spend the night with me hoes cant stay ill throw em off my balcony got rep in these streets my gm is down for me dont ever say this town dont belong to me