COUNTRY SONG ONE

[PROD. BEATPLUGGTWO]

[Verse 1: SenseiATL]
God damn!
Bitch!
Got some brand new money 'cause I'm young and flexin'
Taxin' for the pressure, so you know we pressin'
Countin' up some bread I can't get fed up 'bout no bitch
I could never switch, who the fuck is Will Smith?
New choppers, new diamonds, you know they gone bite
Red dot with a scope, might blow that shit on site
Got that bitch Lucy, but that bitch tight
Might just fuck it up and then fuck up a check tonight

[Verse 2: Randy Hoodrich]
Bitch you can't stay with me, you go hit the La Quinta
Yellow school bus, that's a number two pencil
And your bitch give me a kiss 'cause I look like Gene Simmons
She get out them jeans, then I go and put them genes in her
She say she wanna get hitched
Told the bitch I'm not Will Smith
Cleanin' money everyday like a dish
Free all my boys in the pin
They were servin' up baby's out the crib
Baby bottle but it ain't no bill
.45 gonna smoke your ribs
Red and yellow like the damn cavaliers
You sippin' green, John Deere
You sheddin' blood, no tears
I got the X-Factor, boy you just got some fears
Got the scope on the rifle, I ain't even got to get near

[Verse 3: Larry Loudpack]
Wait by the gate, I'll buzz you in, you could get shot with sawed-off
I fixed the game, so far all you lames, I think all bets off
2002's out the box, fuck boy could still get stepped on
Asleep on me, I'll Antawn Jamison, y'all play like Chekhov
Hooked on this sky shit, I think my name Kareem
Bitch it's showtime, go ahead do it for the team
Pull up on your campfire tryna roast somebody's beans
I just need one touch, one taste, one look
Your pills will get sweet