Country Shit

Let me tell you bout this super fly dirty dirty Third coast muddy water

Shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna

Let me tell you bout this Old school pourin' lean candy yams and collard greens

Pocket fulla stones ridin' clean

Let me tell you bout this country shit

Country country shit (country country shit)

Let me tell you bout this country shit

Country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit

Country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit

Country country shit

Country country shit

I told 'em aw man hold up what you know about it

Candy cars, superstars, rubberbands in my pocket

A couple broads for the popping if she ridin then she bopping

Bitch I'm sellin if you shopping if you need it then I got it

If I want it then I cop it kin you don't like nigga top it

Why you worried bout mine hoe? What's off in your wallet?

I was riding my screw shit, rims chop-chopping

Top dropping throwing bread crumbs crows start flocking

Knockin pictures off the wall

We sit tall but we still crawl

If we still shoot we still score

We still win so we still ball

We still hood so fuck dem laws

I got nuts and I got loot

If you can't see the king in a nigga like me undoubtedly

Well fuck you too, yeah

Okay the Caddy still swangin'

And the trunk still bangin'

Nigga trickin' ain't pimpin' shawty

What is y'all thankin'?

Wh-wh-what is y'all sayin?

What-what is y'all sangin'?

Hit the club by the bar like

What is y'all drankin'?

Old schools, foreign cars

Shawty what is y'all crankin'?

Kush blunts Bank tellers ask me

"Why is y'all stankin? "

If it's money I chill

Shawty why is y'all playin'?

She was bound to fuck a pimp

So why is you carin'?

Save the hoe, Cape Crusader at her service aiding hoe

Damn the hoe, blame the hoe

For the same shit you pay me for

Shake it more for a pimp

With my shrimp on my plate

Countrified, country fly with a tape

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