Country shit

Let me tell you a'bout these old-school Chevys, Cadillacs, SS

Impalas

Your boys want some quarters, my boys want some keys

In Texas, we get that paper, can you haters say "cheese"?

10,000 watt amp, 2 15-inch kickers

My truck bumpin' like injecting ass-shots, like a stripper

No insurance on these whips, tags all outdated

I might not be shit to you, but my momma thinks I made it

We gon' ball 'til we fall, listen to me and remember what I tell yall

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

Candied yams and collard greens, pocket fulla 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

Yeah let me tell, ya I’m that fella. Fuck with me they gonna smell ya.

We burn nothing but the best

Let me get this off my chest.

Country shit is what I’m bout,

Cowboy shit is what I’m talking about

But cowboys got gangsters too

Probably more gangster than most

Definitely more gangster than you.

Big tires ,box Chevy ,stacks blowing smoke.

Windows down, bang banging, girls driving by waving high. my girl wonders why? I tell baby I’m fly on that 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

Candied yams and collard greens, pocket fulla 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

Texas has the most country shit for sure

Cowboy gangsters pushing that uncut pure

From stock yards to back yards these cowboys arnt fuckin around, keeping the boots on the ground. Drive big Dooley trucks all around bump this country shit

Blacked out dodges on six wheels tell me how you think it feels. Sitting high driving through the fields catching the sunset give you chills.

This be that country shit, country, 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

Candied yams and collard greens, pocket fulla 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