Oh boy mixtape

Nussie badazz bout to drop january 1st you know

The difference between me and alot of cats man is

They be rappin trying to convince yall they street

Imma street nigga trying to convince yall i can rap

?to be honest? i shot him

We'll see about that

But just in case he lives

Imma shoot him in his back

Imma shoot his girl too

Because i like to be different

Got my gameface on

No time for slippin

Everytime that i look a nigga yellin they thug

Oh im a gangsta ??? for nussie to show em some love

I ain't showin ya shit except a big brown dick

If i give ya anything itll be some counterfeit

Some say mixtape i call it jackin for beats

Imma dawg in these streets and i be scratchin to eat

A wing F wing the fuckin Q building i been did all that im through with the parish prison

Ill make your body lean like its fuckin purple syrup

I am the dirty south nigga fuck what ya heard

Goddamit deelo was it really worth it

A bullet in ya head i know that shit hurted

Imma different type of rapper

Ill rap your ass with a stick

I was sellin powder packs back in 1986

Niggas hatin on me

Trying not to feel me

Knowing damn well that boy nussie gets busy

The only way to stop me ya gots ta kill me

Imma bogart my way till im rich and filthy

Real street nigga

Money go getta

Make the wrong move ill kick you in your shitter

I blues fake niggas see im supposed to do that

Drink me some yak and sell them bitches candle wax

Now imma local rapper but i dont sound like it

I just start rhyming and niggas already biting

Cuz everyime i spit

Man i be spittin yall the truth

Bottom of the map state shaped like a boot

But here in holly rouge we dont support our troops

Go fight in the war? man i'd rather eat poo poo

I tote big stacks like them b.m.f. cats

Was happenin big meech man i hope yall bounce back

And i cosign too

Dont fuck with my crew

I dont discriminate

Ill shoot your mammy too

Bad shaped bitches i call them bellpeppers

Hoes shaped like pickles jenny craig can't help em

Now was happening with all you niggas who be scared to sell me dope

I gave him money first and still be actin like a hoe

Welcome to holly rouge, the real dirty south

Fifty niggas layin inside the crackhouse

And fifty bitches jiggin outside the crackhouse

Five years strong since we had our last drought

Out with the fake in with the real

Real niggas come together make the fake disappear (please)

Out with the fake in with the real

Real niggas you know the rest