I'm just a, big bang baller on a budget 
 Dank weed, smokin like "fuck it" 
 City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky 
 Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin, chicken closs for the lucky 
 40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's rusted 
  
 [Big V] 
 Country cookin, dog fightin, big-body ridin 
 Chillin like a mug in Western Kentuck', showin love 
 Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner time 
 Sippin Sprite and somethin dark, every fuckin time 
  
 [Scales] 
 Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk ball 
 Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black Girbaud 
 No pager, no cellphone, no access at all 
 Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol 
  
 [Skinny DeVille] 
 My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots said 
 You don't  Perm ,  Fuck a  fade 
 let my hair swang back and forth like a germ 
 Ill nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick 
 Baby mama drama, child support court and ain't worth the biscuit 
  
 [Chorus: Skinny] 
 Whattcha know about them backwood country folk? 
 Whattcha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke? 
 Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade, no comb 
 Whattcha know about ballin on a budget bro? 
 I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) 
 I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) 
 I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) 
 It's the N the A the P-P-Y 
  
 [B. Stille] 
 Pull up, dead horns on the hood of my truck 
 Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks 
 Hungry Jack, pheffer tryna stuff some food in my gut 
 Country cat in the cowboy hat 
 I'm front to back put the house on that 
  
 [Ron Clutch] 
 Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham 
 Chicken wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin down 
 Eat good, tryna smoke somethin, run up on a pound 
 Roll somethin, gut a vega tryna stuff it with a ounce 
  
 [Big V] 
 Hummin, mama cookin that mean it's Sunday mo'nin 
 Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin 
 Fat knot, (?) , bad daylight 
 Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right 
  
 [Scales] 
 Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs 
 Nigga that was good love, summertime bathin in a foot tub 
 Damn that shit hurt, and my jams in that shirt 
 Atari 26, one stick, never worked 
  
 [Chorus: Skinny] 
  
 [B. Stille] 
 Comin up in the woods, all I did was run barefoot 
 Ne'er could comb my hair good 
 My hairline grew like ten pound vines 
 'Tween my rib and my underware 
 It's still a thin brown line, shit 
  
 [Big V] 
 Chores did, and ma work out on the clothin line 
 Cool as shit, country boys out on the grind 
 River views, picknic, big ticks covered the place 
 Folks visit, and make it apparent to come back again 
  
 [Scales] 
 Look here, see I smoke like a fire and a drink like a fish 
 That's it, ecstasy just ain't on my list 
 No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick 
 No shit, no hair and you get no dick 
  
 [B. Stille] 
 Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles 
 Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals, with muddy tails 
 We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells 
 Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin else 
  
 [Chorus: Skinny