My flow's hotter than a Nashville chicken be
Bringing home the bacon
Cuz I'm smokin like hickory
No trickery
Flier than a chickadee
Metaphorically
Chicks never get sick of me
I'll butter your biscuit
If you kiss my grits
Spit hotter than Prince's
So wear your oven mitts
Cuz I'm on a mission, a master plot
& I'm Nashville hot
Ooh too spicy
But I ain't taking it back
Sippin on that iced tea
Eating baby backs
My greens collared make em hoot and holler
I'm raking dollars while you live in squalor
Your dick is smaller than a nightcrawler
Spittin fire on this shit is like shooting fish in a Cracker Barrel
I mob deep, with 30 to 50 hogs they feral
Fuck with us you in peril
The only bbq you eat is crow like Sheryl
"What if we bought some Western apparel?"
If ya got two boot pairs for the price of one
Ya'll still couldn’t fill mine, son!
I'll butter your biscuit
If you kiss my grits
Spit hotter than Prince's
So wear your oven mitts
Cuz I'm on a mission, a master plot
& I'm Nashville hot