Country Shit

[Hook] Let me tell you bout' this Super fly dirty dirty Third coast muddy water Shawty, pop that pussy if you wanna Let me tell you bout' this Old school, pourin' lean Candied yams and collard greens Pocket full of stones, riding clean 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 Let me tell you bout this country shit Country country shit Country country shit [Verse 1] I told 'em aw man hold up, what you know about it Candy cars, superstar, 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, if you don't like nigga top it Why you worried bout mine ho, what's up in your wallet? I was riding my Screw shit, rims chop chopping Top dropping throwin bread crumbs, crows start flocking Knockin pictures off the wall, we sit tall, and we still crawl We still shoot, we still score, we still win, so we still ball We still hood so fuck them laws, I got nuts and I got loot If you can't see the king in a nigga like me undoubtedly, then fuck you too [Hook] [Verse 2] Okay the Caddy still swangin', and the trunk still bangin' Nigga trickin' ain't pimpin' shawty, what is y'all thankin'? What 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 out here shawty, why is y'all playin'? She was bound to fuck a pimp so why is you cakin'? Save it ho, cape crusader at her service aidin' ho Damn the ho, blame the ho for the same shit you pay me for Shake it more for a pimp with my shrimp on my plate Countryfied, country fly with a tape [Hook]