Country Lines ft. AD3 Lyrics

Momma look I'm a star for real

Got cars for real

They told me I wouldn't make it

Please just look at the yard for real (ayeee)

2,000 feet in my basement

I might just build me a bar for real

They said that I'll never prevail

I gotta thank God for real

I got the game on a lock (on a lock)

Best believe that I'm calling the shots

I got the, I got the, I got the rock

Take it to the paint cause I'm ready to pop

She tryna go to Ibiza

But I'm in the field like it's FIFA

I was all over the country lines way before I got a visa

Watch how you talking to me cause

I got the key to the streets

I fuck with ABJ, IMO, and LAG

They know that 11 the greatest

I go on a spazz when I hop a beat

I said I'm the best and they said it's a reach

Hop in the stu and I make me a speech

They know that I am the goat

Let's hop on a boat

I'm getting dough, unlimited flow

Buy out the store, I wearing Dior

Too many hoes, eeny miny moe

Hop out the car cause you going to slow

I don't even model, I'm still up in Vouge

They know I do anything for the bros

They know a nigga Ten Toes

Momma look I'm a star for real

Got cars for real

They told me I wouldn't make it

Please just look at the yard for real (ayeee)

2,000 feet in my basement

I might just build me a bar for real

They said that I'll never prevail

I gotta thank God for real

I got the game on a lock (on a lock)

Best believe that I'm calling the shots

I got the, I got the, I got the rock

Take it to the paint cause I'm ready to pop

She tryna go to Ibiza

But I'm in the field like it's FIFA

I was all over the country lines way before I got a visa

Way before i got a passport

I was stepping

With eleven

That's my brother my blood he my brethren

Keep on preaching our cause like a reverend

Like her story she still get the message

Turn the light off when i hop in the sheets

Put the shades on when i hop out the v

Feel like tyson when i beat up beat

go call the police

On your block like a record

Cuz we spinning the spot

spin again

spin again

Niggas acting militant

On the low

Intuition heaven sent

Push a pack of the porch like i'm JID

I'm a lil nigga you ain't scared of me

Country lines need a different currency

Dollar, euro, yen the bill come in threes

Momma look I'm a star for real

Got cars for real

They told me I wouldn't make it

Please just look at the yard for real (ayeee)

2,000 feet in my basement

I might just build me a bar for real

They said that I'll never prevail

I gotta thank God for real

I got the game on a lock (on a lock)

Best believe that I'm calling the shots

I got the, I got the, I got the rock

Take it to the paint cause I'm ready to pop

She tryna go to Ibiza

But I'm in the field like it's FIFA

I was all over the country lines way before I got a visa

Don't complain, don't explain

Just believe