"Honey Hole" lyrics

I ain't doing no more running
Unless I'm running for that money
Told y'all boys I was coming
Sipping whiskey 100
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro, fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole

Flip flops and some tube socks
I been on the porch servin' all night
Got the forest and a whole flock
Couldn't make the call
You just a mascot
Hype man, fuck around
Get shot
Loaded bitch I'm on
Wasn't born rich
Bring it home and feed it to my whole click
(Slum Gang)
Everybody eating

Got it out the mud
Yeah we from the sticks (sticks)
Bitch we been the plug (plug)
Me and Cat Fish (Billy)

'Bout to fry it up
Whip it like some grits
Till the day I die
I'm on my country shit

I ain't doing no more running
Unless I'm running for that money
Told y'all boys I was coming
Sipping whiskey 100
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro, fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole

You already know
I need that turquoise, them snake skins, that that gold, whoa
That honey hole
Vintage expensive, shit designer clothes, hoes
Knock on that door
She smell that cologne, that bitch hit the floor party
Yea gangsters, of love and danger, yes and thank you
Then I change her but it ain't no running
Hoe you was saying something
Poppers on a Chevy, that 808 had it coming, yeah
Father my trail your crumbing
Fool I'll take you to school too but

I ain't doing no more running
Unless I'm running for that money
Told y'all boys I was coming
Sipping whiskey 100
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass pro, fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole