Alabama
[INTRO]

(Drizzle be on the beat)


(Kado you way too dope kid)


[Chorus]

Drop top coop
This bitch ain’t got no ceiling on
(On)
Bad bitch habits
Infatuated by pretty women, I
(Love)
Push button start on the duly truck
(Huh)
Country niggas getting to the bag
I fucked it up all my life
Couldn’t get correct
I fucked it up all my life
You do the math
(Do the math)
Cell phone tweaking bih
Cell phone tweaking bih
[VERSE]
If it ain’t bout money
What u talking bout
She wanna chill
I told that lil hoe
This the stash house
I’m catching plays
Early morning
I ain’t even crash out
I had a pound on me
I hope the folks don’t turn the lights on
Lights on
Then the fights on
She asked me where was I going
I told her back home
This was around the time when the drought was in
Got scared to pick it up
So I started to get them shipped in
Pack came thru the mail
And it got confiscated
Do you kno the feeling
When your shit gets confiscated
I’m talking about I lost it all
(All)

[Chorus]
Drop top coop
This bitch ain’t got no ceiling on
(On)
Bad bitch habits
Infatuated by pretty women, I
(Love)
Push button start on the duly truck
(Huh)
Country niggas getting to the bag
I fucked it up all my life
Couldn’t get correct
I fucked it up all my life
You do the math
(Do the math)
Cell phone tweaking bih
Cell phone tweaking bih