No Sellout

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, nigga Uh, uh Yeah, yeah 8Ball, nigga Koncrete, nigga Yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Spark the weed up, turn the beat up, let's get it poppin' It's on, we droppin' that homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic Quick bitch sick with this shit Explicit content, [?] Now let's get this shit clear, [?] right here Said it, I bet it, they won't forget it, I wrote it, I edit Call a paramedic, said it, I meant it, still in it to win it From start to finish, no gimmick, gotta get spinach You're timid, I'm rugged, so fuck it, I love it, dog We stay above it, corrupted from dawn to dusk, we can thug it (Nah) To all my broken kinfolk and stressin', keep on smokin' [?] gotta hit the grind again Livin' dirty, I'm stickin' with it, gots to go and get it 8 Ways, we represent it, all my [?] is the minute Better watch them cars are tinted, you don't wanna be up in it Swish this trey like Hardaway, sendin' soldiers far away But I'm livin' on the corner, got this [?] and marijuana Know, it's wrong, but fuck that, meet me where the bucks at Last year was hard, this one lookin' even worser now Chill from the start, but my anger got me [?] out What you really wan' do 'round here? We stuck like Chuck, nigga can't get out [?] on the block sell the rocks, [?] number two, gotta open up shop Yeah, Koncrete, Big Ball like this right here Yeah, yeah, this how we do it, nigga [Chorus] When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Uh) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out [Verse 2] I got my niggas with me You got a problem with somethin' I say, then come get me I'm in a Southern city sippin' on some cold Rémy At the club lookin' at girls with big ass and titties The instrumental that you hearin' came from Frank Nitti We do it big, keep it gangster, gotta stay gritty We on the rise real fast like gas prices The industry is bland, so we came to add spices Heat it up, beat it up, thug, street it up Transform it into somethin' that's complete with us You didn't know I run with killers on the regular? Concealed weapons, rhyme skill, it's spectacular Little Nicky got my back, baby, bear witness Get past him and you gonna have to deal with Tony Dimples [?] green makin' seem so simple 8 Ways representin', makin' other crews crippled You know I, you know I, I [Chorus] When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Uh) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out [Verse 3] We workin' like cave dwellers, them haters be way jealous They speakin' that haterism, you need to behave, fella We bangin' for sure now, you think we be slow now Them Bama boys reppin' hard, we make you say, "Oh," now I never come synthetic, a lyrical diabetic You should be apologetic for spittin' shit so pathetic So roll up the marijuana, we hotter than Arizona Don't make lil' man put it on you, you're sweatin' me like a sauna My nigga, get real with it, from here to Mobile with it We showin' y'all skill with it, so, nigga, just deal with it Koncrete in the back, mack, we sip on that cognac So let's get this pack of plaques so we can watch paper stack [Verse 4] I be that nigga from the Bama-Bama, got plenty of MoneyGram-a Carlito pussy rammer, dumpin' dick in your mama jama Pose for the camera, cat taste sweeter than Tropicana All for the fashion, but I be like, "Yo, fuck the glamor" My country grammar have bitches comin' out of pajama But not the [?] one that get you throwed off in the slammer Me and my fammer out the dirty be actin' nerdy We [?], keep [?], even lil' buddy [?], what? Busters ain't [?] what they facin' [?] got them [?] that's longer than telecommunications, uh Went for the room [?] Slab, we be blazin', spittin' that Southern country incantation [Chorus] When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Uh) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah) When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out [Outro] When I open up my— Damn, hold up, is that it?