[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, n***a
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
8Ball, n***a
Koncrete, n***a
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Spark the weed up, turn the beat up, let's get it poppin'
It's on, we droppin' that homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic
Quick bitch sick with this shit
Explicit content, [?]
Now let's get this shit clear, [?] right here
Said it, I bet it, they won't forget it, I wrote it, I edit
Call a paramedic, said it, I meant it, still in it to win it
From start to finish, no gimmick, gotta get spinach
You're timid, I'm rugged, so fuck it, I love it, dog
We stay above it, corrupted from dawn to dusk, we can thug it (Nah)
To all my broken kinfolk and stressin', keep on smokin'
[?] gotta hit the grind again
Livin' dirty, I'm stickin' with it, gots to go and get it
8 Ways, we represent it, all my [?] is the minute
Better watch them cars are tinted, you don't wanna be up in it
Swish this trey like Hardaway, sendin' soldiers far away
But I'm livin' on the corner, got this [?] and marijuana
Know, it's wrong, but fuck that, meet me where the bucks at
Last year was hard, this one lookin' even worser now
Chill from the start, but my anger got me [?] out
What you really wan' do 'round here? We stuck like Chuck, n***a can't get out
[?] on the block sell the rocks, [?] number two, gotta open up shop
Yeah, Koncrete, Big Ball like this right here
Yeah, yeah, this how we do it, n***a
[Chorus]
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Uh)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out

[Verse 2]
I got my n***as with me
You got a problem with somethin' I say, then come get me
I'm in a Southern city sippin' on some cold Rémy
At the club lookin' at girls with big ass and titties
The instrumental that you hearin' came from Frank Nitti
We do it big, keep it gangster, gotta stay gritty
We on the rise real fast like gas prices
The industry is bland, so we came to add spices
Heat it up, beat it up, thug, street it up
Transform it into somethin' that's complete with us
You didn't know I run with killers on the regular?
Concealed weapons, rhyme skill, it's spectacular
Little Nicky got my back, baby, bear witness
Get past him and you gonna have to deal with Tony Dimples
[?] green makin' seem so simple
8 Ways representin', makin' other crews crippled
You know I, you know I, I
[Chorus]
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Uh)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out

[Verse 3]
We workin' like cave dwellers, them haters be way jealous
They speakin' that haterism, you need to behave, fella
We bangin' for sure now, you think we be slow now
Them Bama boys reppin' hard, we make you say, "Oh," now
I never come synthetic, a lyrical diabetic
You should be apologetic for spittin' shit so pathetic
So roll up the marijuana, we hotter than Arizona
Don't make lil' man put it on you, you're sweatin' me like a sauna
My n***a, get real with it, from here to Mobile with it
We showin' y'all skill with it, so, n***a, just deal with it
Koncrete in the back, mack, we sip on that cognac
So let's get this pack of plaques so we can watch paper stack

[Verse 4]
I be that n***a from the Bama-Bama, got plenty of MoneyGram-a
Carlito pussy rammer, dumpin' dick in your mama jama
Pose for the camera, cat taste sweeter than Tropicana
All for the fashion, but I be like, "Yo, fuck the glamor"
My country grammar have bitches comin' out of pajama
But not the [?] one that get you throwed off in the slammer
Me and my fammer out the dirty be actin' nerdy
We [?], keep [?], even lil' buddy [?], what?
Busters ain't [?] what they facin'
[?] got them [?] that's longer than telecommunications, uh
Went for the room [?]
Slab, we be blazin', spittin' that Southern country incantation
[Chorus]
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Uh)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out (Yeah)
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, fuck sellin' out

[Outro]
When I open up my—
Damn, hold up, is that it?