No Good
Nappy Roots Lyrics

Yooooo!
The song starts with a yell to grab everyone's attention.

I said Yooooo!
The artist repeats the yell to ensure everyone is listening.

For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
The artist recognizes criticism from industry haters who did not believe in their success.

This for my country thug street yeagas!
The song is dedicated to the country thug street community.

You know we gon'
The artist is confident about the future success of their music.

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
The artist wants to enjoy life with good quality smoke, drinks, food, and a Fleetwood car.

Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
A small amount of good quality weed can help people sleep well.

Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Everyone has a dangerous hood, and it's important to carry a gun for protection.

Folk round here be up to no good
People in the neighborhood are often up to no good.

My yeaga lookin like one of them days
The artist is having a bad day.

I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
The artist has $100 in his pocket, that he feels like he worked hard for.

And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
The artist only has 20 cents left and is desperate to make money through crime.

Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
The artist has spent a lot of money and only has $10 left.

Window tint, same ol' song
The artist is driving with tinted windows, listening to the same kind of music.

Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
The artist is carrying drugs in a Lincoln car, and the buyer has $50.

Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
The artist wants his music played loud, while getting drunk and partying.

Country-fried, pack a blunt
The artist enjoys their weed rolled in a southern style, and fried food.

Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
Everything is good, with the second volume of the artist's music in the trunk, playing loud.

In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
The artist is feeling down, but taking drugs gives them energy and motivation to succeed.

Turn the page, flip the script
The artist wants to turn their situation around and try something new.

Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
The artist found a new drug dealer, who has good quality product.

In the hatchback, ass fat
The artist is driving a car with a large trunk, and sees a woman with a big butt.

Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
The artist has a small amount of good quality weed, like catching a rare skunk in a trap.

Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that
The artist is relaxing, smoking weed, and sharing it with others.

Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed South
The artist is driving a Fleetwood or Cadillac car, and heading south.

Woodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it out
The artist is enjoying expensive woodgrain alcohol, holding it in before taking a shot.

Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
The artist is feeling good, and asks a woman to dance with him.

Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out
The artist wants people to join in their success, and they will do their best to achieve it.

We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
The artist is making great music, and the haters feel the heat of their success.

Who separate the real from lames
The artist is confident they are the best and can differentiate between good and bad music.

Yeaga be Stille's his name
The artist's name is Stille.

(Where you from?)
A question about where the artist is from.

The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and Fane
The artist is from many different neighborhoods.

Look how far Louisville's done came!
The artist is proud of their hometown, Louisville, and how far they have come.

Now break it down
The artist wants to talk about their life and hometown in more detail.

I like my pockets fat
The artist wants to have a lot of money.

And my weed green
The artist wants good quality weed.

And my liquor brown
The artist wants good quality liquor.

And my hens clean
The artist wants clean, attractive women.

With they panties down
The artist wants sexually attractive women.

And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin
The artist wants a great beat that keeps everyone dancing.

My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
The artist's mic skills are intense, like a choke-hold.

Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
The artist wants to spend money he has earned.

And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
The artist needs to buy more drugs to relieve stress and breathe freely again.

I'm from a place where blood spills and stains
The artist is from a dangerous place, with a lot of violence.

Filled with drug deals and gangs
The artist's neighborhood is known for drug deals and gang activity.

Yeagas with gold grills and thangs
Some people in the artist's area have expensive gold grills and jewelry.

Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
The artist wants everyone to have a great time, drinking and spilling their drinks.

It's Nappy, dawg, untamed
The artist is part of the Nappy Roots crew, and cannot be tamed.

Southern slang, unchanged
The artist speaks in their unique southern dialect, and it will never change.

We sendin' slugs through ya brain
The artist's words are powerful and hit hard like a bullet.

(Fuck what you know, good)
A statement to disregard anything that is considered good, and just focus on their music.

And all my thugs, for the sane
The artist's music is for everyone, including the sane mind and also the thugs.

A cool cat, with a pimp hat
The artist sees himself as a cool and stylish person, with a pimp-style hat.

Cup fulla Gin-Jack
The artist is drinking a cup of gin and jack daniels.

Dreaded out, throwin up deuces
The artist has dreadlocks and smiling while making a peace sign.

When I'm headed out
The artist is heading out somewhere.

Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
The artist is cutting up drugs and betting with them in a gambling game, referred to as the 504 area code.

Throw the prices up and set it out
The artist is raising the prices of the drugs and setting them up for sales.

Real niggaz never doubt
The artist is encouraging people to have confidence and never doubt themselves.

Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
The artist is swerving to get a gun, and asking for a specific amount of drugs.

Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo
The artist wants two amounts of drugs, rolls it up in a cigar, and throws the rest away.

Keep the change, got to go
The artist is keeping extra money and leaving quickly.

Flirt, tryna talk dirty
The artist is flirting and trying to talk in a sexual manner.

Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
The artist is from Georgia, and this can be known from the sports jersey he's wearing.

Hit me up if you get off early
The artist is asking for a woman to contact him if she finishes work early.

Then I dap out, so clean
The artist is leaving, looking good and clean.

Yo honey actin' mo' mean
The woman is acting mean towards the artist.

Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
The artist looks tired from doing drugs, and his mother is asking about it.

Say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
The artist has ambitious goals, despite having a slim appearance.

Country boy with country game
The artist is a country boy with the skill and knowledge of the streets.

Never spittin' nothin' lame
The artist's music is always great, never bad.

Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
The artist is making money from rapping, but still acts humble and greets his friends.

My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
The artist's hair is always nappy, but this makes him happy.

Bad threads must've came from his pappy
The artist's father has bad fashion sense, and this trait was passed down to him.

[Hook until end]
The hook is repeated until the end of the song.