TaCornn - southern sweet tea. Lyrics

Nah i ain't never kick a bitch, but if I did that shit was justified
Yeah, I shot the sherif, but it's the motherf*cking judge who died
I can't be convicted if there's no one left to testify
Taking out one opp, I poison the pot, don't care if the rest will die
Bass drum kick is the first of hit
Bum Bum sound of thunder when the big man shifts
"Run run", says the ruler slamming down the iron fist
Sound of wrist bones snapping when the naive resist
Crack from a whip I saw his whole body dip
Can't slip went over saw the man in a ditch
With drips, stains, pain, and leakage from his veins
With a frail old body and snapped up cane
No hope, no joke, neck tied by rope
Can't poke the grizzly bear without a feeling it won't die, won't revive
Somehow it doesn't survive
But you could see looks of regret in the blank of his eye
He is ready die, ready when the timing is right
You gotta get f*cking mauled before you start to die
You gotta press a little button on your phone, so getting to rushing
So just put two 1's right after the 9
Nah i ain't never kick a bitch, but if I did that shit was justified
Yeah, I shot the sherif, but it's the motherf*cking judge who died
I can't be convicted if there's no one left to testify
Taking out one opp, I poison the pot, don't care if the rest will die
I was 16, had 6 dreams and no means, to be 10 bags deep in Fiji, drinking sweet tea
Had 6 teens, on 6 teams, playing on split screens
With TVs the size of the goddamn Sistine
Drop top '05, low rider, peace sign
Haven't lost yet, cause' the engine is a turbine
Riding on a fine line, short break drive by
'05 cruising to the tip of the frontlines
Don't ever lie, I'm not fake
I stay strapped, 12 and a 9, you're not safe
I pray that you'll never find what I make
Cause' you'll say I never grind for my take
My woman asked me if i wanna new look
I said "I can do anything after you give me that look"
With a curvy ass body from a fiction book
And a little bit of spirit from a Kendrick hook