Lyrics Lingo (feat. t2.) - Upchurch feat. t2.

(This is Kalani on the beat)
(Oh-oh)

Rappers reckless these days, they play about the drop-top
Talk a bunch of shit but got nothing for a mic drop
Sidewalk beats, BPM bring tear drops
Darkness over Dixie like your grandmama quilt top
Hip Hop looking scary, yeah, it used to be the paint job
Now it's peoples riding with ya lookin' like they flip-flopped

Inside demon lover outside jealous
Seven days of the week, I'm standing in for fetty
And my action hella heavy, down south is what I'm reppin'
Just a volunteer chillin' in the Lone Star section

On that H-Town, high got that H-Town vibes
When it comes to locals' interest, I'm on H-Town side
So we H-Town slide, get the weed cruise and ride
Let the city lights shine, let the city write lines
That stand the test of time instead of folks out dying
Pumpin' bass super loud, over chopped out lines

I just Tennessee-grind, that shit go round the clock (round the clock)
Haters don't know when I'm sleeping, and they keepin' doors locked
615 with the south, Papa John, boat flows, no cap
Fuck a bass, I'm with fuckin' Bass Pro

I said they don't know the lingo and that's okay
I got the trunk doing backflips and the slab on swang
They don't know the slang like hold up mayne
Got the south pouring sauce on the whole damn gang

Gotta bring it down here, throw the grain in a field
With the grain on the whip, get the flame from a steel
Got swang on the whip, no brain still drip
Slow motion in the club, knocking off rear mirrors down here

They don't know the lingo, and that's okay
They don't know the lingo, and that's okay
They don't know the lingo, and that's okay (Church, word up?)
That's okay, I got that so (Freesquad, word up?)

Okay, the trunk look like an acrobat, Southside is my habitat
Lucky charms all down my arm, Jolly Rancher Cadillac
Swangin' and maneuverin', leather with the Louis print
H-town had the sauce, and the mainstream try to ruin it
It's black on black like Batman, fifth wheel do a handstand
We lookin' miraculous, all swingers on the trans-am

Sauce drip, two, six, three, no roof
Shirt off, lookin' fat as hell, still got the bindings in the cuff
808 loop, cut track, chop screwed
Spark flyin' off of my career just like the roll pan do

And my switches be flippin' dependin' what I smoke
High speed, no coke, my Mountain Dew too cold
Code red when I pop up on a hater radar
Entourage so big, they like Elvis in that damn car

I said they don't know the lingo and that's okay
I got the trunk doing backflips and the slab on swang
They don't know the slang like hold up mayne
Got the south pouring sauce on the whole damn gang

Gotta bring it down here, throw the grain in a field
With the grain on the whip, get the flame from a steel
Got swang on the whip, no brain still drip
Slow motion in the club, knockin' off rear mirrors down here

They don't know the lingo, and that's okay
They don't know the lingo, and that's okay
They don't know the lingo, and that's okay
That's okay, that's o-, that's o-