Released on November 2, 2024

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[Verse 1]

First of all, let me get a round applause for my dog

Yeah, we train hard, work hard

We'll fold your deck if you pull a card

No pull start, we stay crunk

And that junk in the trunk, get stay jumpin'

An arm bar, crate down like a sea clamp

Got you in, no gettin' out

No doubt with a bad ass bitch

No disrespect when I say that shit

Mama said, go son, tell her like it is

On the field you the umpire, call how you sit

See the will pyre, see the hard work

Know I'm 'bout to knock your ass in the dirt

Mighta train hard and all and that's good for you

But in the Octagon same shit occur

Get real, get fucked up

Bonk them guns, and them guns get bonked

All up in your head, you was thinkin' you are good and all

Till I bust your head, and 'bout knocked it off

And you lucky dog, and that's say the least

Least you still alive, recovering

You didn't die, your T-Shirts will read

"I survived the Beauty and the Bama Beast"


[Chorus 4X]

This is epic, accept it

We on top like Everest

Our dynasty full of diamond chiefs

Don't lie but you respect it


[Verse 2]

No caption, you can hear it clear

I'm the captain of this new year

My ship better steer clear

If you a shark baiter, might rod and reel

Move heavy weight, that's holy feel

Get too close might bite your ear

Move too slow, I can smell the fear

Now that's Earnhardt behind the steerin' wheel

Braveheart like Mel Gibson

We at war so fuck feelings

Die Hard, no Demi Moore

I flick a ass, I'm Bruce Willis

You don't really want it with us

Crossin' that line I snortin' you up

You fuckin' with a league of elite

With a chief on the street

You a little engine wishin' he could

Wishin' he would, I locked you up

Screw your ass like Elvis son

And I'm wearin' gems, and I'm smokin' blunts

We celebratin' so fired up

Passin' around that slab

You about that ass, I'm Johnny Cash

That means I'm rock on, all blacks

Sign autographs with her booty clapped

No booby trap, or her titty suck

Implants gon' lift 'em up

You wanna dance got a flock of bros

That'll fight for me like Joan of Arc

And that Pour Star we in it

I ain't gon' stop till we finish

After that we head on back to Alabama for dinner


[Chorus 4X]