Country Beef

Lyrics

[Intro] (Nick on the track) [Verse 1] Matty on my hat Put a fuck nigga on the map You saying, "We the boys", that's cap Fresh as fuck, I'ma fuck a hoodrat He ain't got the cash [?] don't ask If I pour another cup, nigga, then it's that I'm glitching out, nigga, it's that Ali brought them Perkies back Wockhardt on my diamonds Drank came, perfect timing He a bitch in real life, but I guess he good at rhyming Nigga ain't get no cash ever, but least he good at trying Niggas squealing, good at crying Trackhawk, perfect timing Get high as fuck, I need me a driver, feel like OG Double D Got them steppers, they just prowling, tryna find out where you be Keep a pint like Weezy Wee Niggas said that shit was hard, but it came easy for me 41, that's perfect weed Nick, this the perfect beat Drip, Chanel on her feet Clip longer than a weave I'm in Miami with the heat Rick James, she's super freak Three RPs, that's super me Talking Super Saiyan 3 Rolls Royce truck like C-O-P Okay, let's weigh out the options You gon' die, you try to rob us You gon' die if you call them coppers Red dot in this goth bitch eyelash Bullets flying, they gave him whiplash Told my bitch I'm done with drank, I woke up and then I relapsed Who killed Kenny? He dead in the trap If this was the nineties, I'd have three beepers It's that Drank Baby shit, they don't want them other people Hold on, let me light this reefer [Interlude] Alright, alright, so let me get this shit straight You tryna fuck with a nigga now? Right now, like, right this second? Alright, bet [Verse 2] Stay your bitch ass over there How the fuck you claim we partners? When I needed, you wasn't there Niggas singing like the opera when the feds came to the stairs Rick Ross, I got pairs Of these bitches with nice hair That boy wilding, leave him there Country boys like Cali' weed I'm in Mobile with Cali' weed I reckon all these guys be cool before I up that glizzy-G I'm in the Wraith with Mary Beth and her best friend Suzy P You know they're drinking Jägermeister and I'm drinking pure codeine I turn the opps to Wagyu beef Matsuhisa, Wagyu me We used the fork to start the car up, now I'm swinging foreign keys You know I keep that lean on me Man, hold on, this shit too easy Catch me hanging in the woods, grizzly bears right with me I'm done with models, where the boppers? Pistol solving every problem If he don't like me, then I robbed him Put that shit on my G-mama [Outro] Country boys like Cali' weed I'm in Mobile with Cali' weed I reckon all these guys be cool before I up that glizzy-G I'm in the Wraith with Mary Beth and her best friend Suzy P You know they're drinking Jägermeister and I'm drinking pure codeine I turn the opps to Wagyu beef Matsuhisa, Wagyu me We used the fork to start the car up, now I'm swinging foreign keys