Country Beef

[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
I let you 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 [?] 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 Mobil 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 Mobil 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