Oh No

Ain't no party like a trailer park party
'Cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't no money like food stamp money
'Cause the check money's for a sack of pot
Ain't no country like Tennessee country
But the 'Bama boys got it on lock
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody, boy
Billy got the big bass drop, come on

Got a blue windbreaker on, Walmart
Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart
Fishnet on a leg lamp shade
Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art
From the gutter, like the bottom of a long fall
Move to my own beat, like the song's off
Gettin' busy, like I'm dialin' up the wrong call
Heels on the damn post for the long walk

Story like a rock quarry 'cause I get stoned
Got 'em drawin' up a blank 'cause I get gone
Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick tone
And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone
Got the ball, I'ma run it like the burnt part
Throwin' up the number three 'cause I Earnhardt
At the bar sideways, tryna learn darts

Whole family of slums in this bitch, rollin' deep, boy
And they like

Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Opie Taylor got the streets going Mayberry
Been rappin' with the best and it ain't scary
Signed a couple MC's, and I did it with
Purple teeth from the wine, like I ate berries
Drinkin' 40oz Schlitz in a bubble bath
Eighteen wheels down, like a bus pass
Drop a tour halfway, like George Jones
Rough kiss goodbye, like a mustache

She was shakin' in line, made her pass out
Must've weighed about at least two hundred fifty pounds
Laid up on the ground, down with her ass out
Never met her but we call her big crack house
That's rich, like Milo's sweet tea
Line around the block for the Creek meet and greet
Two hot potatoes and a steak, I'ma make it three

Whole family of slums in this bitch, rollin' deep, boy
And they like

Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Roll Tide on the numbers, like a quarterback
Bandana tied on a big brim hat
Hit the cycle with the Harley sittin' in the grass
My uncle told me "break a leg", and I limp back
Came into the game and I made a big fuss
Logo with the gold chain, big buck
Singlewide with the matchstick, dry eye
Throw the flame, like a propane lit up

Back to work on time, never one to win
Got the 808 knock, like I'm comin' in
Blowin' through the notebook, like a summer wind
Rollin' up with Ounce Zilla and my cousin, Nin
Mama smiled and said, "Boy, you know you ain't shit"
But see, where I come from, that's a compliment
'Cause baby boy got sauce, like condiments

Whole family of slums in this bitch, rollin' deep, boy
And they like

Ain't no party like a trailer park party
'Cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody, boy
Billy got the big bass drop

Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight