Bass!
Who the one from the pines? (what up y'all?)
I'm the one from the grind. (how low y'all?)
Low below the dixie line, f**k with me,
I'll show you how to yield a quarter pound off the rippy!
I'm catfish b***h, I'm back in west east state, knife -
Who want action? Nadda, nothin' buddy, don't even bother him
I told you I'm catfish, I'm quick to swaller 'em!
Young gangsters bustin', wanna act bad,
Wastin gun shells like bush in Baghdad.
Top of the school got the chopper in soul,
Betcha he takes it like a mothafuckin hoooe!
Glass breakin, I have your mother duckin' low,
Back down ha, now that's a mothafuckin' joke.
Hot southern boys got hot butter for your soul!
Crack a barrel full of dynamite so let's go!

Dedicated this one to uh... Magic mike!
(yeah!)

[Chorus:]
My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin',
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin' (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (x2) ]

Dj Clever, Scapezilla, Battery vibe, drop!

Gimme that Kenwood, these kicks are tempting,
I'm throwin' this s**t up like bottles of Jim Bean.
Knock is dropping, models are modeling,
And vibrating seats will make knees start wobbling.
If you ou want it bad? Well then I'll give you my pickle,
Throw of the chain that I can pedal my bicycle,
Aint got no back petro, still get it crunk though,
Leaving my tire-marks in hip hop centerfolds.
(Oh!) I know that ampliphiers heated up.(ho!)
I know the dj wanna speed it up!
My s***s snappin', it aint snap music,
But you can lean back and throw it up. (c'mon!)
These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys,
Raised by them gun lovers who load the banana boys,
Droppin' them Chevys and throwin' D's on them Caddilacs,
Speakers and tweeters beatin'
While we've got that rattleback. (yeah)

(Chorus repeats)
(hey) My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin'(what?)
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin'(yeah!) (hey!) (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,(what)
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (yeah!) (hey!) (x2) ]

Yeah I'm southern, I'm crazy, I'm drivin Chevys daily,
Holleratchee! (holleratchee)
Burnin' tires. (burnin' tires)
I'm trashy (trashy) but I'm fired. (yeah!)
I stick em good, I show em up,
I'll show em hood, now I don't give a f**k!
From the trailer park. I help king.
Don't get any parts, so watch your spelling!
In the evening they ring a ling ling,
Cellular blowin' up they wanna ding a ling!
Imma lead a scene, the pimp of the leading team.
We number 1 over 7, Dixie Mafia Family!

(Chorus repeats again)
My rattlin' trunk got them bobble heads lookin',
Rear view mirror's got the world sittin crooked.
I'm [ kick kickin' kick kick kick kickin' (x2) ]
These 12 inch speakers these 6 inch tweeters,
I'm playin' those heaters I got that beater,
I'm [ kick kickin kick kick kick kickin (x2) ] (hey!)
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