(Jake Angel on the track)
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
Don't try to play them games, I got my shooter in the cut
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
(Brr) Don't need security in the club
I got a .40 in my jeans and some more stashed in my glove
Shotgun don't shoot any bird shot, only slugs, bet your bucks
Heard some haters want some smoke, that's why I keep my burner tucked
Yeah, I got shooters, I ain't talkin' no Canon camera
I just J-payed my bro some money in the slammer (That real, that real)
Not a construction worker, but I keep a fuckin' hammer (It's different)
Real Florida boy ridin' in that donk all through Atlanta (Uh-huh)
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
Don't try to play them games, I got my shooter in the cut
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
Look, I got a pig pit
And they always hungry, eat you up like it's a picnic (Yee)
On my J Prince shit (Mobbin'), that .556 quick (Brr)
Fully automatic, shred yo shit, jit (Yah)
Straight out them trenches (Real), no more Section 8 livin' (No, no)
Just pulled up in a Mulsanne, trippin', never road in no Bentley (Woo)
I just hit a redbone with some red hair look like Wendy's (Yah)
Made a hundred racks last week, my plug just called and said he miss me (Uh-huh)
Country thug from the mud
Got my money up, but I still call the plug
Don't try to play them games, I got my shooter in the cut
Florida boy, no slip-and-slide, but he gon' wet you up
Don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol' choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish (Oh)
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish
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