Jammin

[Chorus: Marcotic, Marcotic & JamWayne]
Jammin' comin' from the backroads
Down to the city folks
We be jammin'
We be jammin', we be jammin', we be jammin'
We be jammin' from the backroads
Down to the city folks
We be jammin'
We be jammin', we be jammin', we be jammin'
Standin' up for the good ol' boys (Like me)
From Kentucky and Alabama
Then back to Tennessee
Gotta put in hard work 'til I D-I-E
Never catch me lazy bettin' on me is a guarantee

[Verse 1: Marcotic]
I pull up in that box Chevy, bitch fuck your pig and truck
Country rap takes over, so name someone who is as hard us
I pop that clutch, slingin' rocks behind me, leave 'em in the dust
Five drunk whiteboys pullin' up fuck up your tour bus
Really wanna dance with the devil on the trail
Then climb a rock wall 'cause I can't tell
I'm lit 'cause I'm to legit to quit
Cut the shit and let her rip [?] do you need a tip
Four rednecks in the woods, openin' up a can of Whoop-ass
On homie, don't trip
I got the skills, to make it up the hill
Hold on for a minute, 'cause you know we about to tip
Don't get scared on me homie, we ain't gon' filp
Let her rip, 'tater chip, naw we ain't go slip
Thirty-five talk to me, so you know they got grip
Got a wench and this motherfucker fully built
Been ridin' with my brothers, through hell we made it back
We had a flat tire, when we was there but we brought a jack

[Chorus: Marcotic, Marcotic & JamWayne]
Jammin' comin' from the backroads
Down to the city folks
We be jammin'
We be jammin', we be jammin', we be jammin'
We be jammin' from the backroads
Down to the city folks
We be jammin'
We be jammin', we be jammin', we be jammin'
Standin' up for the good ol' boys (Like me)
From Kentucky and Alabama
Then back to Tennessee
Gotta put in hard work 'til I D-I-E
Never catch me lazy bettin' on me is a guarantee

[Verse 2: JamWayne]
Yeah, fuck that shit I long gone
Where the fuck [?] truck
Four wheel drive ain't get me stuck
Out the bin left the dump, backed up with the Benjamin
Got no Franklin I jammin'
Ain't even knock when I came in
Grab my spot, now here I [?]
And I won't quit, too legit even in the [?]
Came from the bin wasn't scared then
Harder to fifty-six
Liftin' bricks with my old man
Hands ain't got no finger prints
Down in the dump, take no shit
And that sawed-off will make you limp
Make you gimp, run with a crew so cold
Liquid helium uncontrolled, better pray to
Where truth be told, [?] take you out, so don't provoke
You don't want this though, that shit fire like
Cash to the vault, Kano, you and me Insane-o
Can't sit here no, no we be jammin'

Chorus: Marcotic, Marcotic & JamWayne]
Jammin' comin' from the backroads
Down to the city folks
We be jammin'
We be jammin', we be jammin', we be jammin'
We be jammin' from the backroads
Down to the city folks
We be jammin'
We be jammin', we be jammin', we be jammin'
Standin' up for the good ol' boys (Like me)
From Kentucky and Alabama
Then back to Tennessee
Gotta put in hard work 'til I D-I-E
Never catch me lazy bettin' on me is a guarantee