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No insurance on these whips, tags all outdated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

Outlaw country, blues, male voice, blues acoustic guitar, gospel, soul