We Here

[Intro] You know who this is mayne Big Kuntry King Uh c'mon South Cack, North Cack, GA, Tenn-A-Key, Alabama, the whole Florida, the 'Sipp, Louisiana, Texas We here [Hook] My swag is sauced up I, is bossed up Trap is ralled up Pockets is racked up Cars they sit up Flow is flawless And she know, and he know Ya'll nothin' like us And we here, and we here, and we here, and we here And uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah And we here, and we here, and we here, and we here Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah [Verse 1] I'm a big dawg, (dawg) yeah real boss, (boss) Ya'll best rappers, (what) I'm a real one I don't wear ones, (yeah) just Louie V, (yeah) Antique wife beater wit a white tee, (yeah) And my big jewels make me look outstandin' I'm surprised half you wack niggas still standin' I ain't even got a album, girls throw me panties, (oohhh) I'm so hot, you might as well fan me So up the ante, Grand Hustle a hammit I'm tap dancin' on niggas like I'm Sammy Streets only got one phrase for me God damnit, I'm so arrogant I know ya can't stand me [Hook] [Verse 2] I got them bandana shawty's, (shawty) Hundred rack homies, (homie) Goons and the goblins, yeah they kill for me, (yeah) Plus I'm killin' em, (yeah) game I be killin' it, (yeah) What these rappers rap about I be really livin' it Yes I'm illy bitch, so sick, ain't no healin' this, (what, nah) Niggas talkin' funny like they full of helium, (aye) Not even realizin' that I'm the one that's feedin' them Million dollar trap that's me, cocaine rap that's me Got it from yo middle man, where he got the work for me Niggas talkin' shit but I'm the one they cannot see Ya'll nothin' like me, a gangsta you'll never be [Hook] [Verse 3] You feelin' me, (yeah) well you oughta nigga, (okay) Cause these rappers change like leaves in autumn nigga, (that's right) These rappers get soft after every record, (yeah) While I'm spittin' that soft on every record, (yeah) They want my residue off of every record, (yeah) I'm the hardest in the south, I guess I'm sellin' records, (yeah) And for the record, you need to recognize, I'm the big homie, point, period, underline Yes I'm runnin' the court, trappin' like it's a sport Still spendin' money in the club but love no whore Still run clean while you suckas be hatin' boy Still be the one from the hood that'll die for [Hook] [Outro] Yeah Yeah Yeah We here, we here, we here, we here Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah Yeah