Letra de Handle Of Beam

Back in the day he was outta control Need another standoff but his music ate y'all That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball We soaked up the game, fish grits and all And now look what the south done let up out they mouth Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out Buckle up, look daddy, cause Bubba K come to play All these crackers livin' good, that ain't what my stomach say Every slutty U-G-A who daddy pay they way Wanted me to stay and play, well Betty gotta pay to lay I really hate to say you can't elevate to this But if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hits Me and ? tight as shit on the demo, fore we send it And I'm tryna fuck these tits on this bimbo fore I end it See I'm off balance, and I just bought a half a gallon Of Jim Beam cause it seems to cultivate this talent That I got in my hot, why don't you ask the slums Or them folks who get they crumbs using microphones and drums Or go to where I'm from, in LaGrange for a change But be careful, it gets muddy, get a stain on your range The shame made you change, you could look me eye to eye Cause Bubba got that fire, tell the truth, you like it, aye Back in the day he was outta control Need another standoff but his music ate y'all That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball We soaked up the game, fish grits and all And now look what the south done let up out they mouth Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out Ic