ABM Brody - Country Boy Lyrics

F*ck being humble
Nigga imma pop it
Abm
No cap
It's Brody
Why would I lie
They gotta feel me this time
You know what I'm saying
Brody
Yessir
Get in that paint imma stand in it
Stand on my ten
Imma go get some money
These niggas mad
Know why they mad
Cause they ain't in they bag
Foot on the gas im showing my ass
Pull up like 145 from the A
Pull up right there where my grandmama stay
These niggas ain't trappers
They just in they way
Trapping out 7's niggas tell me who play
And bitch I'm a real brick baby by the way
F*ck being humble imma pop it in they face
Cause I was being humble
And humble had shitted on me
So it's up and it's stuck all the way
Bitch say she love me I know that she lying
Only my niggas I f*ck wit my kind
Watch for the cross cause the cross creep up on you
You know that shit try to come from the blind
One of a kind but aint hard to find
These niggas rats they be dropping these dimes
These niggas fold when they throw out that time
I done seen that shit time after time after time
My partner in the cut
Like peroxide and he ready
Real country nigga
Throw them 6's on a Chevy
Bitch I like myself
If you don't like it
Nigga bet it
Whole team heavy
Loaded wit that fetti
Yea
I was gone for a minute I'm back on they ass
Foot on the gas I'm showing my ass
Everytime I drop I'mma give em that gas
Ain't nun they really can do wit me man
Imma figure this shit out and get me a plan
Partner he sleep cause he off of the xan
Jumped in that water didn't even understand
But f*ck it I know I got to be the man
My partner in the cut
Like peroxide and he ready
Real country nigga
Throw them 6's on a Chevy
Bitch I like myself
If you don't like it
Nigga bet it
Whole team heavy
Loaded with that fetti
Okay it's 7 o clock on the block
I'm posted wit my Glock
Incase they try me
I beat the odds in my life
I thank god I thought I never would beat
Funerals and court dates tired of those
Laws and the narcs tryna hide from those
Bitch say she want to eat Pappadeaux
But first you got to see big papa doe
Fell on my ass
But I got right back up
Cause I wasn't too comfortable laying there
The problem ain't going broke
The problem is when you content with staying there
Can't go to the club
Cause everybody strapped
These niggas got switches now
Don't mention my name
You know how we coming
We bringing them bitches out
Didn't fall or bump my head
But somehow lil Brody just still got a knot
They watching yo moves
Then try to just take you off
Nigga that part of the plot
My partner in the cut
Like peroxide and he ready
Real country nigga
Throw them 6's on a Chevy
Bitch I like myself
If you don't like it
Nigga bet it
Whole team heavy
Loaded with that fetti
My partner in the cut
Like peroxide and he ready
Real country nigga
Throw them 6's on a Chevy
Bitch I like myself
If you don't like it
Nigga bet it
Whole team heavy
Loaded with that fetti
Twin
Twin Twin