"Country Ass Nigga" lyrics

(Chamberlain, he's got it)
Yee-hoo
Mhm
Wood hate when I do that shit
Talkin' real southern though
Ooh-wee

Rolls-Royce, yeah, this a drop top
.357 in the seat, it'll pop-pop
ARP fold, oh yeah, Pop, Lock
Plug come in with the dope, do the Cha-Cha
Shoutout to Rasa, ridin' horseback, still on Wi-Fi
Big booty bitch in the house cookin' deep fried
Gold on the teeth with the diamonds on each side
West to the east side, pourin' up three lines
I'm at the south block
84 swingers and barbeque lamb chops
Club never close, 4AM, I could go out
Pull up with three lil' thick hoes and go show out
Might buy a bottle for sparklers, get poured out
I'm sippin' oil in the club, I'm a robot
Take my shirt off in this bitch if I get hot
Cowboy hat on my head, got your bitch knocked
'Cause I'm a—

Country-ass nigga
Country-ass nigga
Country-ass nigga
I'm a country-ass nigga
I'm a country-ass nigga
Country-ass nigga (Sauce Wood Winnin, nigga)
Country-ass nigga
I'm a country-ass nigga

You see these diamonds all in my teeth
Put extra sugar all in my tea
Bitch, I'm so country, I'll come stompin', cowboy boots all in my sleep
Big boy belt, could hold holster
Two bad bitches sit on my sofa
Burn this bread without no toaster
Five G's cash, he off that poster
And I'm just keepin' if funky, we sure from the country, they know that we come from that mud
And I might pull up on horses, not giving out choices, them bitches, they know what it was
TSF business, not drippin' with scrubs
I'm by the border, come get you a plug
Come to the side with my people, the prices is cheaper, they drop when you spendin' a dub

Country-ass nigga
Country-ass nigga
Country-ass nigga
I'ma country-ass nigga
I'ma country-ass nigga
Country-ass nigga
Country-ass nigga
I'ma country-ass nigga