Awnaw (Modified-Squeaky Clean)

Yeah, haha Nappy Roots

Awwnaw

Awnaw, hell no, boy

Y'all done up and done it

Awnaw, hell no, boy

Y'all done up and done it

Awnaw, hell no, boy

Man, y'all done up and done it

Y'all done up and done it, man

Y'all done up and done it

My first song was like 48 bars with no hook

You hear me flipping through my pages out my favorite notebook

The microphone was in the closet (What?)

No headphones, we lost it

**** scared to get some water, roaches hanging over the faucets

No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryna make beats

E-Dubz was being a hustler (Hey, man)

Flirting with all his customers and flat broke

Nappy smoking blacks out on the back porch

I'm thinking I got everything a country boy could ask for

Now what we do to get here? (Say that, boy)

Lay it down and bring it to you raw (Say that, boy)

Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we work for

Hated for the cussing, but the hatred has made us cuss more

Held on, but it was hard, stepped up, took charge

Ran through what we scared of, what was we afraid for?

Look at what we made of, heart that what made us

Being here is alright, but must believe we won't fall

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grills on the ride

And aw-aww-aww-aww

Them country boys (Hell no, boy)

(Man, y'all done up and done it)

With them big fat wheels (Awnaw, hell no, boy)

(Y'all done up and done it)

Peep the vertical grills (Awnaw, hell no, boy)

(Man, y'all done up and done it, y'all done up and done it, man)

And awww

(Y'all done up and done it)

My yegga, we hog wild, bet that roota to that toota-file

Hell no, them country boys ain't headed south for six miles

Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes

Skullied on they front porch, plus you know they got dro

Seventy-nine, Coupe DeVille vertical Caddy grill

Interstate 65, heading down to Cashville

Glass filled to the tippy top, backseat Benz

Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket lints

A damn shame, gotta grind anything and everything

Jimmy Crack Corn, 'cross the county line with Mary Jane

A long time, a gravel road to cash and fame and sold my soul

To Hell and back and back and forth, with same jeans and nappy 'fro

I might, hop off the Harley, smoke high like Bob Marley

Loud parties with shortys, walling like they swallowing Bacardi

The butter-skin, Prophet gotta like them

Undertsand you 'bout to lose your life fuckin' with them

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grills on the ride

And aw-aww-aww-aww

Them country boys (Hell no, boy)

(Man, y'all done up and done it)

With them big fat wheels (Awnaw, hell no, boy)

(Y'all done up and done it)

Peep the vertical grills (Awnaw, hell no, boy)

(Man, y'all done up and done it, y'all done up and done it, man)

And awww

(Y'all done up and done it)

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grills

And awww

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grills

And awww

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grills on the ride

And aw-aww-aww-aww

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grills

And awww