Coweta County

[Intro]
Poor-ass nigga
(Oh my gosh, Dallas)
(You're tellin' me you built a time machine?)

[Chorus]
Went and got a plug and that shit changed my life forever (On God)
Hit the road with him, hundred 'bows through Coweta (Woo)
Both my bitches bad, ass fat, they fuck each other (On God)
I had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special (Yeah)

[Verse]
My plug still hit me with them bricks, he call me Deebo (On God)
Take an L to the chin, but I can't go to zero (Fuck it)
Whole lot of cheese on me, you can call me Cheeto (Yeah)
Fatt Macc, big dog, I'm way bigger than Nino
Choose a scene, fuck it, probably with the Casamigos (Haha)
I was ten yеars old gettin' my dick sucked at the gazеbo (On God)
I fell in love with trappin', shawty fell in love with pots (I'm jumpin')
I'm a real geek 'cause I drop Xanax in my Wock' (Woo)
Just walked through TSA and I got Perkys in my socks
They tryna see what's pokin', it's this fifty on this Glock (On God)
I ain't gotta slide on you, all I do is press a button (Woo)
Just as quick a nigga make me mad, I have them youngins bustin'
I just hope no nigga make me mad, he got turned to a bag (Don't do that)
Pockets swole as hell, in Neiman Marcus, I just left from Saks (Damn)
Nigga ever talk 'bout wrappin' Fatt, that's his stupid ass (Yeah)
Spent a thousand dollars on shoes, I still ain't got no swag (On God)
I still ain't got a plug yet 'cause I be runnin' off (Be runnin' off)
Ain't no love for a bitch, I cut my feelings off
I'm in the hood ridin' foreign with a fifty ball (Yeah)
Twenty-five thousand comin', get these bricks up off me
I pass all my niggas plays like an alley-oop (An alley-oop)
You know I fell in love with J's, not no pair of shoes (Woo)
I'm known for interceptin' shit, just know Fatt Macc'll Moss you
We known for walkin' down on shit, we don't shoot up at houses
I got a trap across the street, got the line to the road (On God)
I be in and out the city, never know when I be home
I be switchin' up my spots, I be throwin' away my phone (I'm jumpin')
I ain't gotta spray too much, I spent a rack on my cologne
Nigga keep on callin' me when he know it's on the floor
That boy just keep on postin' weed, that nigga traphouse must be slow
I been fuckin' with that 'za, ain't no money in them lows
I got thirty on my neck, we got thirties in them shows
I got power in these streets, I don't think them niggas know (On God)
I ain't gotta spend no money, say a word to get him gone
Flew that ho to MIA, she said she want Papi Steak
Tryna give that ho the world, I'ma give that ho a Wraith (On God)

[Chorus]
I went and got a plug and that shit changed my life forever (On God)
Hit the road with him, hundred 'bows through Coweta (Woo)
Both my bitches bad, ass fat, they fuck each other (On God)
I had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special (Yeah)

[Outro]
I had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special