Let Us In Bukshot (Ft. Caskey, CRUCIFIX, Jelly Roll & Rittz)

[Intro: CRUCIFIX]
Dirty south baby (south baby)
Bukshot,  CRUCIFIX (CRUCIFIX)
Rittz  bitch, and Jelly Roll (and Jelly Roll)
C-c-c-c-c-Caskey (Caskey)
Yeah yeah yeah
Come  on

[Verse 1: Jelly Roll]
Nine  in the morning I already hit the G Pen (I did)
Musta lost my mind I swear that I jumped off the deep end (wee)
Looking  round the room and I'm higher than I've ever been (what)
Can't believe I made it in this game, they finally let me in (hello)
So sick of the slick talk, haterade and whatnot (whatnot)
Just ask my homie Bukshot (Bukshot), I got more pumps than the truck-stop (woo)
See  I'm from Cashville, Henny out to Big Zac (hey Zac)
Rolling in that old Cadillac, seats leaning back
I'm a grown man, I've been known to handle my business
And plus I'm high and hungry
I think I want chicken and biscuits (hello)
Man forgive me that's a stoner thought
I'm thinking out loud (thinking out loud)
When I'm in Louisville, me and Buk'll drink on the town
It's going down

[Chorus: CRUCIFIX]
Homie I've been scrapping for this dream since a young buck (young buck)
Blood, sweat, and tears grinding ‘til the sun's up (sun's up)
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in
Put it on my life, I ain't got no fucking plan B, this is do or die (die)
And if I ain't wanna live in underground I keep a pocket full of paper as suicide (cide)
It didn't let us in (in)
It didn't let us in
Don't let us in (in)
Don't let us in, oh