I'm just a big bang baller on a budget   Dank weed, smokin' like 'fuck it'   City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky   Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the lucky   40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's rusted      Country cookin', dog fightin', big body ridin'   Chillin' like a mug in Western Kentuck', showin' love   Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner time   Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark every fuckin' time      Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk ball   Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black Girbaud   No pager, no cellphone, no access at all   Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol      My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots said   "You don't perm, fuck a fade   Let my hair swing back and forth like a germ   I'll nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick   Baby Mama drama, child support court and ain't worth the biscuit"      What'cha know about them backwood country folk?   What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?   Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb   What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro?   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   It's the N the A the P P Y      Pull up, dead horns on the hood of my truck   Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks   Hungry Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff some food in my gut   Country cat in the cowboy hat   I'm front to back put the house on that      Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham   Chicken wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin' down   Eat good, tryin' a smoke somethin', run up on a pound   Roll somethin', gut a Vega tryin' a stuff it with a ounce      Hummin', Mama cookin' that mean it's Sunday mo'nin   Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin'   Fat knot, [Incomprehensible], bad daylight   Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right      Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs   Nigga that was good love, summertime bathin' in a foot tub   Damn that shit hurt and my jams in that shirt   Atari 26, one stick never worked      What'cha know about them backwood country folk?   What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?   Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb   What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro?   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   It's the N the A the P P Y      Comin' up in the woods all I did was run barefoot   Ne'er could comb my hair good   My hairline grew like ten pound vines   'Tween my rib and my underwear   It's still a thin brown line, shit      Chores did and Ma work out on the clothin' line   Cool as shit, country boys out on the grind   River views, picnic, big ticks covered the place   Folks visit and make it apparent to come back again      Look here, see I smoke like a fire and I drink like a fish   That's it, Ecstasy just ain't on my list   No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick   No shit, no hair and you get no dick      Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles   Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals with muddy tails   We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells   Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin' else      What'cha know about them backwood country folk?   What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?   Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb   What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro?   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga   It's the N the A the P P Y