Country

[Chorus: Chief Keef] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait till them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, bang [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Belt cost eight hundred ayy, forty under it ayy Bitches chase me down aye, trynna play it ayy You can blow my candle ayy , Imma stay lit ayy She say I trynna play her, she feel like Rey bitch ay I woke up this morning ayy, feeling really rich ayy Everything real ayy, these even the real kicks ayy Real neck, real wrist Since I'm a real nigga Imma need a real bitch ayy, OK Bitch I paid a thousand for my denim Been toting on a couple of some handguns Bitch I'm feeling like the human Google, I got answers Cutting all my bitches off, I'm just looking for scissors, ayy That's the sound of my bitches crying when I break up with them These niggas baloney, phoney and I can't fuck with them All these baby bottles, but we're not babysitters, ayy [Chorus: Chief Keef] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait till them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, bang [Verse 2: Ballout] Ball You know I'm in Neiman Marcus Valet got my Demon, parked it Racks hanging out my cargo's (Racks, racks) I bank with Wells Fargo (Facts) In the trap just like El Chapo She want to be my Griselda Blanco (Griselda) She like "you sound like a country boy" (Haha) "But you from the city boy" (Chiraq) She a little saddity boy (thot) But her face is real pretty boy (Pretty girl) And her waist is lil' bitty boy Duffle bag full of cash, no Tity Boi (All cash) We good in every city boy (GBE for ever) Back to back, no Hemi's boy (Skrr, skrr) You can hear them Hellcats racing through the city boy [Chorus: Chief Keef] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait till them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, bang