Cookin up trouble

Intro - “Ayy, we cook it, we flip it, we run it, we dip it—Yeah!” Outlaw livin’, no rules, no quittin’ Still gettin’ money in the backwoods trenches Hook 1 – Hard & Gritty Big g*n, big dope, big ol’ stacks Meth lab cookin’ in the barn out back Trailer park queen with her a*s in my lap She don’t ask names, just count my stacks fast Pull up in a Chevy, bumpin’ that Boosie Shotgun ridin’ like a backroad Uzi 12 wanna chase? Man, they better get movin’ Cause we don’t do talkin’, we just start shootin’ Verse 1 – Dirty Money Hustle Skull ring faded, Glock on my hip Moonshine drippin’, double cup sipped Backroad pimpin’, my plug named Earl Said he got a new batch, finna flood the whole world Camo my jacket, no license, no tags Duckin’ them feds while I whip up a bag White like a Yeti, keep that ice in a stash And my girl keep a .30 right there in her bag She my lil’ backwoods baddie, twerkin’ in boots Tattoos peakin’ where her top don’t loot She roll up the blunt while I count up the loot Then she ride me like a four-wheeler right on the stoop Hook 1 – Hard & Gritty Big truck, big racks, big rounds loaded Backroad flex, big block still roarin’ Meth lab poppin’, fumes in the wind Turn one to two, then we do it again Verse 2 – Redneck Mayhem Pistol on my lap, AR on the rack Got a safe in the floor, keep a bag in the back Ain’t no streetlights, but my woods stay lit Moonshine strong, got a quart in the pit ATV ridin’, through the trees like a demon Sheriff pulled up, now we runnin’ and schemin’ 30-pack crushed, couple thots in the bed Yeah, she only want a line and a shot of this lead Trailer park boys, play no games Rust-bucket rims, still grip that grain Drop a few grams, watch it cook right back Break it all down then stash that stack Hook 2 – Switch-Up, Wild & Rowdy High up, high up, I can’t feel my face Camouflage down with a big ol’ case Shotgun pump and the trunk got weight Meet me at the barn, got the whole team paid Verse 3 – Meth Lab Life Moonshine whippin’ like a chemist in the barn If the sheriff pulls up, better sound that alarm AK loaded, dogs gon’ bite Bubba in the cut, he don’t do no fights Skin so red but the cup stay muddy Ain’t no love ‘less you bring back money Granny got bail, now she back in the kitchen Cookin’ up a batch, got the trailer park twistin’ Backroad hoes, topless in the truck Pass ‘em round twice, then I tell ‘em k**k dust up Whole town tweakin’, pipes stay lit Man, it’s just another night in the sticks gettin’ rich Hook 3 – Final Switch-Up, Savage Vibes Whip that pot, let it pop Holler boys runnin’, dodgin’ cops Moonshine spillin’ on my boots If you ain’t ‘bout it, better keep ya a*s mute