Lyrics Once Upon (feat. Double OO & Peter Sparker Beats) - City Tucker

Once upon a time in the south
Was a half black baby with some gold in his mouth
He ain't play but he can run a route
Not the weatherman but can get you through a drought

They be old and still pitching with no mound
They Cal Ripken
That 40 Cal will rip him if play with me now
Getting DJ money so I'm barely rapping now
He got to pay me double just play with some vowels
Remember it like yesterday
They told me turn it down
Now pay me just to turn it up
I Copt a pack and burn it up
Burn marks all on the furniture
Outside is like the furnace up
It get hot in Central Florida bruh
The sun go down
The guns come up
I'm from the south so
Everybody always keep one tucked
If I finger fuck
That Nina bust
That white bus clean him up
He thinking he beating me
He smoking dust just hang it up
You can't afford to fuck a order up
I'm paid to switch my border up
Weed smoke is burning up my corneas
If I fail I'll pick a corner bruh
Grab suit and stick for the coroner
The muscle is American
The Passenger a foreigner
Vroom

Once upon a time in the south
Was a half black baby with some gold in his mouth
He ain't play but he can run a route
Not the weatherman but can get you through a drought

You prolly ain't gonna get shit
Man I'm going to Walmart getting new shit
So you rather mother fucking spend your money with them
Than me
Yes
Your own blood? boy what the fuck
Man you a bitch
You a bitch

You a bitch You a bitch

Once upon a time in the south
Was a half black baby with some gold in his mouth
He ain't play but he can run a route
Not the weatherman but can get you through a drought