Hot Damn

Y'all ready for this?

Hot damn, another shot up in the air again

I'll probably never care again

'Bout anything I'm arrogant

Ooh, I'm messed up

Head's spinnin' like a hurricane (like a hurricane)

I'm messed up off that alcohol and Mary Jane (and Mary Jane)

That- that white boy

B-Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

That- that white boy

B-Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

That- that white boy

Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

Piece of- piece of white trash

Piece of- piece of white trash

I'm tatted up, bearded down

They say I look like a lumberjack

My skill level is a two if you reduce a number back

I am out of green so I'ma go and get another sack

I possess a set of skills it seems a lot of others lack

I come from a part where the park ain't pretty and the ground don't grow no roses

My park got prostitutes and drug use and a lot of people overdosin'

Don't leave your car unlocked 'cause your car might end up gettin' stolen

Nine times outta ten when we get pulled over everybody in the truck is holdin'

America, baby, every kid here is a Bubba or Shady

Growin' up poor in the park is what made me

And mama she tried, she's a hell of a lady

And you better not talk to her, the wrong way or I'ma end up stompin' your

Whole face I can bury a whole bod' for her

In this case, I'ma make it to the top for her

Hot damn, another shot up in the air again

I'll probably never care again

'Bout anything I'm arrogant

Ooh, I'm messed up

Head's spinnin' like a hurricane (like a hurricane)

I'm messed up off that alcohol and Mary Jane (and Mary Jane)

That- that white boy

B-Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

That- that white boy

B-Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

That- that white boy

Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

Piece of- piece of white trash

Piece of- piece of white trash

Seems like ya boy Mike Bama's startin' to piss some people off lately (mmm)

Same dudes I used to kick it with, now tell they're friends they hate me (what?)

They're spreadin' lies, tellin' all their fans Mike Bama's shady (okay)

But that's okay, if you think I'm stayin' quiet, you must be crazy

Still murder on the track, so I'm still yo main selection (yeah)

"Still Dreaming" hit the stores, and dropped in everyone's collection (you know)

Still out here on the grind, so I'm makin' these connections

FJ Outlaw and Mike Bama, that's a musical erection

Got a little bit of buzz, so I'm feelin' cocky

Step in the ring, like call me Rocky (yeah)

I'm gonna be the champ, you could never stop me

Flow so cold, like I'm playin' hockey (skrrt)

Little MGK, little bit of Kid Rock, little Kevin Gates, little bit of 2Pac

Mix it together and what do you got?

A bad little cracker that's bound to be hot (boom)

Hot damn, another shot up in the air again

I'll probably never care again

'Bout anything I'm arrogant

Ooh, I'm messed up

Head's spinnin' like a hurricane (like a hurricane)

I'm messed up off that alcohol and Mary Jane (and Mary Jane)

That- that white boy

B-Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

That- that white boy

B-Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

That- that white boy

Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

Piece of- piece of white trash (yeah, yeah)

Piece of- piece of white trash (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Growin' up I was different than you, 'cause I was raised in a daze, I ain't have no father

He dipped in that cedar shit, smoked weed and drink on orange juice and vodka

The people in my park are all engulfed in homicide and drama

One person tried to raise me right, it wasn't anybody but my fuckin' mama

I come from a part where the park ain't pretty and the ground don't grow no roses

My park got prostitutes and drug use and a lot of people overdosin'

Don't leave your car unlocked 'cause your car might end up gettin' stolen

Nine times outta ten when we get pulled over everybody in the truck is holdin'

I'm so ignorant, get drunk and act stupid and belligerent

I go to jail and they consider me a zendigent

This flow sick, you can say it's magnificent

Ayy, more guns than the Taliban, it's FJ Outlaw and the Bama man

They ask me can I work the beat, I tell them yes I can

The flows sick, next feature cost a hunnid grand

Hot damn, another shot up in the air again

I'll probably never care again

'Bout anything I'm arrogant

Ooh, I'm messed up

Head's spinnin' like a hurricane (like a hurricane)

I'm messed up off that alcohol and Mary Jane (and Mary Jane)

That- that white boy

B-Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

That- that white boy

B-Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

That- that white boy

Brown b-brown boots (hot damn)

Piece of- piece of white trash

Piece of- piece of white trash

(J Dot on the ones and twos)