Dusty Leigh, Bubba Sparxxx & Jawga Boyz - OAB

{intro}
How you takin' off? on a bitch
How you comin' down? on a bitch
How you hoppin' in? how you pullin' off?
How you pullin' up, jumpin' out? on a bitch
Unleash sleepy's theme, on a bitch
So fresh, mo clean, on a bitch
Country as a pair of cut-off blue jeans on the biggest booty ever seen

{verse 1}
This life thang, it ain't easy, nah, it's difficult
You did a lot, if you still breathin' means you ain't did enough
Keep fallin' down, keep gettin' up
Motherfucker kill you over fifty bucks, wow
Sometimes it's principle, whether not it's sensible
Sometimes it's incomprehensible
And even when the money is plentiful
Happiness, and the sane thinkin' is still minimal, shit
But i'm my own general in general, standin' on the talk that i'm talkin' big minerals
Nowhere near invincible, dear lord, please protect me from frenemies and fentanyls, uh
Redneck work ethic, lotto winner check
Y'all don't let me forget to flex
I love it when she gag on it, all up in her neck
L'm ballin' and my balls are gettin' wet
Causes and effects
It's bubba, bae, don't play
Every day i eat chick-fil-a, okay
You lookin' for a way in, you in the way
And i really ain't a fan of mma, my bad
Fuck liberals and conservatives, it's gotta be a better alternative
Bein' real's still real, i don't give a damn where it is
Whether it's some rural or some urban biz, on a bitch

{chorus}
Bubba, how you takin' off? on a bitch
Bubba, how you comin' down? on a bitch
Bubba, how you hoppin' in? how you pullin' off?
How you pullin' up, jumpin' out? on a bitch
Unleash sleepy's theme, on a bitch
So fresh, mo clean, on a bitch
Country as a pair of cut-off blue jeans on the biggest booty ever seen, on a bitch

{post-chorus}
We out here on it like you supposed to be on it
When you want it and it feels good, don't it? on a bitch
We out here on it like you supposed to be on it
When you want it and it feels good, don't it? on a bitch

{verse 2}
Aw, yeah
Made it evident i ain't gonna listen
Hit my first lick, then they kept hittin'
Young boy raised in the grit
All my role models in and out of prison (locked up)
I'm in a five-point-oh, key in the ignition
Only sixteen, road trippin' (skrrt)
Goin' back and forth to bowling green ((?...) money)
I'm hittin' home runs like griffey
Gold on my neck like fort knox (fort knox)
I walk in and the show stops (cut it)
Haters get so mad (why?)
Ain't gotta say much and they gon' flock (on a bitch)
Jealousy is always my opponent (my opponent)
Real men don't condone it (aw nah)
I don't hate, that's a female trait
Real men ain't on it (ain't on it)
My whole life, i ain't ever switch
That's the first rule in the trench (number one)
Trouble come my way, i ain't gon' flinch
I stay ten toes down on a bitch
'bout to get loud on a bitch
Country and wild on a bitch
Never been mild on a bitch
Yo' girl 'round me, i go to town real quick (real quick, on a bitch)

{chorus}
Bubba, how you takin' off? on a bitch
Bubba, how you comin' down? on a bitch
Bubba, how you hoppin' in? how you pullin' off?
How you pullin' up, jumpin' out? on a bitch
Unleash sleepy's theme, on a bitch
So fresh, mo clean, on a bitch
Country as a pair of cut-off blue jeans on the biggest booty ever seen, on a bitch

{post-chorus}
We out here on it like you supposed to be on it
When you want it and it feels good, don't it? on a bitch
We out here on it like you supposed to be on it
When you want it and it feels good, don't it? on a bitch

{verse 3}
This white thang, be amazin'
Sank my teeth in, know ya got bit
Jam jump in with that click-clack
Got my old click back
'bout to run game on aa bitch
Better get back, i don't know how the thang went
Just did that and this what is
Gotta whole stack, blew through, don't know how to act
Guarantee i ain't blow it on a bitch
Well, shit, maybe i did
I's a lil' drunk and you know i got lit, lit
Know i throw fists when i hit shit comin' off the bench
Up the bat, i'ma swing for the fences
And i be defenseless when it comes the fuckin' me up
'cause i been in the way like a truck in the mud
Four low and i still be stuck in a rut
Push work, ain't scared, we can roll in the dirt
.44 stay ready to bust
Cousin eddie and worse
Machiavellian bringin' the hurt
Gotta purdy 'un, makin' her squirt
Get her down like a cake in the oven
Gutter south shit, skinnin' a buck
Chopper studder like chicken, duh, uh
The boogie jam man choppin' it up
And you can figure this much
Jumpin' in if you fuck with my brother
Got the rachet and i'm bustin' a nut, on a bitch

{chorus}
Bubba, how you takin' off? on a bitch
Bubba, how you comin' down? on a bitch
Bubba, how you hoppin' in? how you pullin' off?
How you pullin' up, jumpin' out? on a bitch
Unleash sleepy's theme, on a bitch
So fresh, mo clean, on a bitch
Country as a pair of cut-off blue jeans on the biggest booty ever seen, on a bitch

{post-chorus}
We out here on it like you supposed to be on it
When you want it and it feels good, don't it? on a bitch
We out here on it like you supposed to be on it
When you want it and it feels good, don't it? on a bitch

{verse 4}
Yeah, i remember when they used to laugh at my country ass when i tried to rap
Said that i should give it up, that it ain't my cup of tea (haha), but givin' up ain't me
Nah, so i stayed in the game, and i got my fifteen minutes of fame
With a hundred million views on a bitch, paid my motherfuckin' dues on a bitch
And now i feel so fly like a chopper, i try to solve problems, kinda like a doppler
Radar if you didn't know, i just figured l'd break it down if you too slow
Still the same ol' redneck, but the bread ain't dirty, gotta clean paycheck
And i'd be willin' to bet that some of y'all folks said d. thrash ain't shit
Always some haters out there, callin' me a tractor rapper (and i don't care)
Country plus rap is crap, wow, do you feel better now?
Well, whatever floats your boat, they call me an og like a totem pole
And i be rollin' coal, in a black duramax and disappear fast like the stolen votes
On a bitch