Country Beef lyrics

[Intro]
(Nick on the track)

[Verse 1]
Matty on my hat
Put a f*ck n*gga on the map
You saying, "We the boys", that's cap
Fresh as f*ck, I'ma f*ck a hoodrat
He ain't got the cash [?] don't ask
If I pour another cup, n*gga, then it's that
I'm glitching out, n*gga, it's that
Ali brought them Perkies back
Wockhardt on my diamonds
Drank came, perfect timing
He a b*tch in real life, but I guess he good at rhyming
n*gga ain't get no cash ever, but least he good at trying
n*ggas squealing, good at crying
Trackhawk, perfect timing
Get high as f*ck, I need me a driver, feel like OG Double D
Got them steppers, they just prowling, tryna find out where you be
Keep a pint like Weezy Wee
n*ggas said that sh*t was hard, but it came easy for me
41, that's perfect weed
Nick, this the perfect beat
Drip, Chanel on her feet
Clip longer than a weave
I'm in Miami with the heat
Rick James, she's super freak
Three RPs, that's super me
Talking Super Saiyan 3
Rolls Royce truck like C-O-P
Okay, let's weigh out the options
You gon' die, you try to rob us
You gon' die if you call them coppers
Red dot in this goth b*tch eyelash
Bullets flying, they gave him whiplash
Told my b*tch I'm done with drank, I woke up and then I relapsed
Who killed Kenny? He dead in the trap
If this was the nineties, I'd have three beepers
It's that Drank Baby sh*t, they don't want them other people
Hold on, let me light this reefer
[Interlude]
Alright, alright, so let me get this sh*t straight
You tryna f*ck with a n*gga now?
Right now, like, right this second?
Alright, bet

[Verse 2]
Stay your b*tch ass over there
How the f*ck you claim we partners? When I needed, you wasn't there
n*ggas singing like the opera when the feds came to the stairs
Rick Ross, I got pairs
Of these b*tches with nice hair
That boy wilding, leave him there
Country boys like Cali' weed
I'm in Mobile with Cali' weed
I reckon all these guys be cool before I up that glizzy-G
I'm in the Wraith with Mary Beth and her best friend Suzy P
You know they're drinking Jägermeister and I'm drinking pure codeine
I turn the opps to Wagyu beef
Matsuhisa, Wagyu me
We used the fork to start the car up, now I'm swinging foreign keys
You know I keep that lean on me
Man, hold on, this sh*t too easy
Catch me hanging in the woods, grizzly bears right with me
I'm done with models, where the boppers?
Pistol solving every problem
If he don't like me, then I robbed him
Put that sh*t on my G-mama
[Outro]
Country boys like Cali' weed
I'm in Mobile with Cali' weed
I reckon all these guys be cool before I up that glizzy-G
I'm in the Wraith with Mary Beth and her best friend Suzy P
You know they're drinking Jägermeister and I'm drinking pure codeine
I turn the opps to Wagyu beef
Matsuhisa, Wagyu me
We used the fork to start the car up, now I'm swinging foreign keys