Country N!GGA Lyrics

Step out and drip when I'm O.T, they notice me

Good country nigga with an accent

Late night catcher off a perc, you know she gettin' her back bent

Black, let me hit that blunt

Bro, you ain't from Canada, it's Billy T

Bitch, you're like mustard gas, you suffocate, tryna breathe in that beef

You know I drop a bag, if I can't beat the case, I go O.T

I got young niggas that dunk on shit like Giannis number 43

If that shit ain't about no money, then it ain't important to me

I sleep comfortable in the port-a-chic, they call me 33

33 blues just for some shit I can't even see when I be sleepin

Yo ho, come eat me off the ball in that taxi, go outside and cook

I don't do no caps in my song, big dog nigga, see me and flee

I got niggas servin' around no fancy law

I got a nigga that shoots you in your face, no hesitating, that's locked behind the wall

And if I love you, you can get whatever, you just gotta call

Cause no matter what, know I'm gon' speed this shit, might blow it at the mall

Hundred thousand, ain't like five,000, but I had a ball

I can split a perc like five-way, but it can't be real at all

Hunnid here steppin, but that pussy never kill at all

Never even shot a nigga, uh, shut the fuck up

Step out and drill when I'm O.T, they don't even

Step out and drill when I'm O

Step out on

Step out and drill when I'm O.T, they notice me

Lil' country nigga with a accent

Late night catch her off a perc, you know she gettin' her back bent

Black, let me hit that blunt

Bro, you African, that's bloody cheap

This shit like mustard, yeah, as you suffocate, tryin' to breathe in that beef

You know I drop a bag, if I can't beat the case, I go O.T

I got young niggas that dunk on shit like Giannis number 43

If that shit ain't about no money, then it ain't important to me

I sleep comfortable in imported sheets, they call me 33

O.T. like it when I talk, cause I got diamonds in my teeth

This a thot, he wouldn't step until he died, and now he on the teeth

Spend whatever, four-Rod or JB, no, they gon' spend for me

Big 206, but bro, bang that beat, come on, blues in the seat

Pull up, she gon' get the deep, geeked up, I just pop the heat

In two days, I spend like a G, that's just on drugs and what I eat

I got an FN on me, set that back with a fuck

Niggas takin' L's all year, then be like, oh shit, when you up, you keepin' P's

No discussion, brand new Caddy, the bitch rush

J, he disrespect me, he gon' feel it

I don't know the alphabet, ain't been in school in years

But I done been through shit, and I tell you how pain feels

I don't want no ass, I don't want no lover, I just want a pain pill

She keep playin, I'm tryna fuck, she won't see how my chain feel

Catch my lovin, then I dump, her bitch ain't got no brain, steal it

Texting my phone like I'm gon' hit you back, when this shit end

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