>your country, I'm some hot nigga>Like I talk to your country when I shot niggas>Like you seen him twirl, then he drop, nigga>And we keep them nine millis on my block, nigga>And your country keep it on him, he done dropped niggas>And your country, he be wildin', he some hot nigga>your country known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga>Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga>Runnin' through these checks 'til I pass out>And your country give me neck 'til I pass out>I swear to God, all I do is cash out>And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house>I been sellin' crack since like the fifth grade>Really never made no difference what the shit made>your country taught me flip them packs and how to maintain>Get that money back and spend it on the same thang>your country like the way that I ball out (Ball out)>I be gettin' money 'til I fall out>You talkin' cash, dog, I goes all out>your country love the way that I floss out
>Free your country, though, let all of my dogs out >your country said no pussycats inside my doghouse>That's what got your country locked up in the dog pound >Free your country though, let all of my dogs out>We gon' pull up in that hooptie like we your country on 'em>With M16s, we gon' put some shots on 'em>I send your country to send the drop on him>your country gon' call me up and I'ma sic the hots on him>your country savage, that's what we are>your country shooters dressed in G-Star>your country, I go so hard (Hard)>But your country for my gun squad>And, bitch, if it's a problem, we gon' gun-brawl>Shots poppin' out the AR>I'm with your country, I'm with your country, I'm with your country>Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark>Tell them niggas free your country, ho>your country, free your country, ho>And tell my niggas, your country teamin', ho>your country caught a body about a week ago!, week ago>Fuck with us and then we tweaking, ho, tweakin', ho>Run up on your country, get to squeezin', ho, squeezin', ho>Everybody catchin' bullet holes, bullet holes >your country got me on my bully, yo, bully, yo>I'ma run up, put that gun on him>I'ma run up, go dumb on him>your country got me on that young shit>Got me on that go-dumb shit