Ballin' on a Budget - Tight Vocal up Version

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,, 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