[ Featuring King Nubs ]
(Big Murph verse)
I got flowers in my ashtray
I'm hoping they will bud
I got mountains in my pathway
I'm hoping they will budge
Big Murphy is the last name
Make hits just like a club
And I just called the plug
To come drop bows off like he Nubs
He might ship it like a fleet
Tax yo ass this shit ain't cheap
Load my choppa up discreet
Then I admit I'm holding heat
I stay strapped up to the t
In my cargo don't cross the street
Gun Get to bustin call it skeet (Pete Davidson nickname)
Now that's what I call compete (cum Pete)
Ha like Davidson
Dickson the county I was raised up in
Back when I used to run the pavement
Bitch I'm ten toes down it's a grave I'm in
There's no saving him
Murphy came from the bottom like a basement
And my ops always watching like they casing it
Bet the house on me I'll rake it in
If I can't raise the roof then I'll cave it in
Cause I'm rockin
New boot knockin
Money stays flockin
I'm Coming off cocky
When I act like a Dick
That real thick chick get wetter than a damn tsunami
Mami independent labels won't sign me
Won't follow blindly they don't take kindly
Can't see the vision so these mother f*ckers eye me I'm the epitome of country rap rhyming hi-de
(hook)
I got flowers in my ashtray
I'm hoping they will bud
I got mountains in my pathway
I'm hoping they will budge
Big Murphy is the last name
Make hits just like the cubs
And I just called the plug
To come drop bows off like he Nubs
