Country Grammar

[Chorus]
Down in Alabama got a bad little bitch shaking ass off the handle
Now I'm in Atlanta
Pouring up a four in a Fanta
Riding down Peachtree speaking COUNTRY GRAMMAR
Manners
I can tell your bitch don't got it
Everything foreign brand new when I cop it
Racing off the lot in the blue Maserati
Getaway car beat the case like Gotti

[Verse 1]
Look I got your bitch in a porno flick
No I do not rent cause I own a whip
Pull up in that Beamer she notice it
She jumping on me this that pogo stick
I never been down with the bogus shit
I fly out to Cali and smoke a zip
When I'm out in Vegas I own a strip
I pay all my hookers with poker chips

[Chorus]
Down in Alabama got a bad little bitch shaking ass off the handle
Now I'm in Atlanta
Pouring up a four in a Fanta
Riding down Peachtree speaking COUNTRY GRAMMAR
Manners
I can tell your bitch don't got it
Everything foreign brand new when I cop it
Racing off the lot in the blue Maserati
Getaway car beat the case like Gotti

[Verse 2]
Beat the case like Gotti
So much money might join illuminati
Make a good girl go bad act thotty
Now she getting naughty, I just want to body
Had to break her in, in the brand new Audi
Said she on Clyde, treat her like Bonnie
Pouring up lean real Darko Donnie
Said she got good head Bevo Laddy

[Chorus]
Down in Alabama got a bad little bitch shaking ass off the handle
Now I'm in Atlanta
Pouring up a four in a Fanta
Riding down Peachtree speaking COUNTRY GRAMMAR
Manners
I can tell your bitch don't got it
Everything foreign brand new when I cop it
Racing off the lot in the blue Maserati
Getaway car beat the case like Gotti

[Verse 3]
Turn a Ben Dallas at [?]
Taliban Bandz I'm the man be honest
Drinking this lean till I vomit
I'm a blow a hundred grand quick all profit
You a little broke bitch stop it
Picking up ones cause you know you ain't got it
I bought some guns we don't Twitter beef
Trap in the cold when it's six degrees
Most of these hoes don't mean shit to me
If you ain't my main I'm your memory
I whip up a brick like a remedy
I serve the white girl call it Emily
I'm too hot while these bitches approaching me
Is it cause I'm G-M-E-B-E
I'm bagging and wrapping like Eazy-E
I'm independant, fuck the industry

[Chorus]
Down in Alabama got a bad little bitch shaking ass off the handle
Now I'm in Atlanta
Pouring up a four in a Fanta
Riding down Peachtree speaking COUNTRY GRAMMAR
Manners
I can tell your bitch don't got it
Everything foreign brand new when I cop it
Racing off the lot in the blue Maserati
Getaway car beat the case like Gotti