Rosap (feat. Jellyroll & B.Stone)

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac, woo

They don't wanna show me no love

'Til they see that old school pull up

Now they love me like a long lost friend

And wanna ride shotgun in my shit

I got '65 Ford in my yard

Black drop top, man paint job is hard

Mustang engine dueled out pipes

'Cause where I'm from baby this is how the fuck we ride

20's on the back 19's on the front

And when I hit the gas man that motherfucker jumps

My whip game old school kick game so new

You can't even get these even if you know a dude

Everything custom slicker than some mustard

No keys to this bitch just a motherfuckin' button

When I start it you can tell that I ain't bluffin'

It's nothin' if you wanna come and bring a buzzard and run it, come on

They don't wanna show me no love

'Til they see that old school pull up

Now they love me like a long lost friend

And they wanna ride shot gun in my shit

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

Comin' down hard in this bitch, super chargin' my shit

Got a chip under the hood make it bark when I hit it

Davidson counties, crossin' them county lines

Pick it up, bring it back movin' like sticky pines

Killin' 'em in the quarter and makin' it jump

Got a chromed out tuned up deep down in the trunk

Sidewindin' them sidelines so I'm chasin' the checkered flags

Burnin' the tires up I'm out here showin' ass

Hatin' on me it don't make a fuck 'cause you waitin' on me

Shootin' out the game like Old Faithful on they face homie

There ain't wild women when I was in that bucket

Now its killin' on my old four wheeler, I love it

They don't wanna show me no love

'Til they see that old school pull up

Now they love me like a long lost friend

And wanna ride shotgun in my shit

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac (Jelly Roll)

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac (Fatman)

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac (Jones baby)

Skynyrd and Pac, (How's your mammy and them) Skynyrd and Pac

See I just wanna kick it and represent the city

Make a millie spend it all on my dogs and some bitches

Two Thirty in the mornin' eyes on the prize

And right now my pupils are the size of a dime

Clique full of hustlers, everybody fellows

Made a promise to my momma no more dope sellin'

I'm high as Willie Nelson, I'm sorry I can't help it

Main bitch postin' pics got the side bitch jealous

I'm sippin' and I'm slippin' I hope that I don't fall again

Drank so much syrup I may never have a cough again

Ayy bitch tell all your friends we got dick to offer them

Wipe your shoes off respect this old school you hopin' in, ho

They don't wanna show me no love

'Til they see that old school pull up

Now they love me like a long lost friend

And wanna ride shotgun in my shit

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

They don't wanna show me no love

'Til they see that old school pull up

Now they love me like a long lost friend

And wanna ride shotgun in my shit

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

We raised on that Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

Skynyrd and Pac, Skynyrd and Pac

They don't wanna show me no love

'Til they see that old school pull up

Now they love me like a long lost friend

And wanna ride shotgun in my shit