Birmingham Boys feat. That Kracker Kurt Big Dre and Lil Snipe

Intro

Yeah, rollin' down 65, dirty and loud, what's up

Welcome to the east side, Birmingham wild

Verse 1

I got chrome in my glove box, blunt in my mouth

Three pitbulls barkin' out the window at the South

Cash in the SnapBack, pills in the console

White lines, thick stacks, no time for a loss bro

Mud on my Timbs, got blood in the street

Yelling "fuck the police" as we cruise to the beat

Trailer spliffs, moonshine, lit in the night

We some Alabama demons, ready for a fight

Chorus

Birmingham boys, guns in the ride

Smoke in the sky, ain't never gon' hide

Dirty, we wild, put your face in the mud

Ain't scared of a bitch, or a badge, or a slug

Verse 2

My cousin's cooking meth in the shed by the tracks

If you look at us wrong, you ain't never coming back

Hoes wanna ride cause the trunk's full of racks

We snatch your chain, put your head through the glass

Pop xans and perc, lean mixed in my Faygo

Skinny dipping with your girl, ass out by the Waco

Cash talk, trash talk, tattoos on the hand

Southern fried psychopaths running this land

Pre-Chorus

Out the sticks with the goons, we don't talk, we just do

If you looking like food, best believe we break you

Chorus

Birmingham boys, guns in the ride

Smoke in the sky, ain't never gon' hide

Dirty, we wild, put your face in the mud

Ain't scared of a bitch, or a badge, or a slug

Verse 3: Big Dre & Lil Snipe

(Big Dre)

Quintard Ave thug, posted up in Ensley

Switchblade stashed, still servin' the fiends, G

Powder in my sock, got the dope in Magnolia

Passing off bags, got the fuzz on my Nokia

(Lil Snipe)

I’m out in North Titusville, parking lot posted

Big .45, let it bang, leave you roasted

Weed in my jeans, sell pills by the dozen

Whippin' through Pratt City, fuckin' up your cousin

Bridge: Both

City full of jackals, Wright’s Mill to Gate City

Ain't a block untouched, whole town getting gritty

Chorus

Birmingham boys, guns in the ride

Smoke in the sky, ain't never gon' hide

Dirty, we wild, put your face in the mud

Ain't scared of a bitch, or a badge, or a slug