Coweta County lyrics

[Intro]
Poor-ass n*gga
(Oh my gosh, Dallas)
(You're tellin' me you built a time machine?)

[Chorus]
Went and got a plug and that sh*t changed my life forever (On God)
Hit the road with him, hundred 'bows through Coweta (Woo)
Both my b*tches bad, ass fat, they f*ck each other (On God)
I had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special (Yeah)

[Verse]
My plug still hit me with them bricks, he call me Deebo (On God)
Take an L to the chin, but I can't go to zero (f*ck it)
Whole lot of cheese on me, you can call me Cheeto (Yeah)
Fatt Macc, big dog, I'm way bigger than Nino
Choose a scene, f*ck it, probably with the Casamigos (Haha)
I was ten yеars old gettin' my di*k sucked at the gazеbo (On God)
I fell in love with trappin', shawty fell in love with pots (I'm jumpin')
I'm a real geek 'cause I drop Xanax in my Wock' (Woo)
Just walked through TSA and I got Perkys in my socks
They tryna see what's pokin', it's this fifty on this Glock (On God)
I ain't gotta slide on you, all I do is press a button (Woo)
Just as quick a n*gga make me mad, I have them youngins bustin'
I just hope no n*gga make me mad, he got turned to a bag (Don't do that)
Pockets swole as hell, in Neiman Marcus, I just left from Saks (Damn)
n*gga ever talk 'bout wrappin' Fatt, that's his stupid ass (Yeah)
Spent a thousand dollars on shoes, I still ain't got no swag (On God)
I still ain't got a plug yet 'cause I be runnin' off (Be runnin' off)
Ain't no love for a b*tch, I cut my feelings off
I'm in the hood ridin' foreign with a fifty ball (Yeah)
Twenty-five thousand comin', get these bricks up off me
I pass all my n*ggas plays like an alley-oop (An alley-oop)
You know I fell in love with J's, not no pair of shoes (Woo)
I'm known for interceptin' sh*t, just know Fatt Macc'll Moss you
We known for walkin' down on sh*t, we don't shoot up at houses
I got a trap across the street, got the line to the road (On God)
I be in and out the city, never know when I be home
I be switchin' up my spots, I be throwin' away my phone (I'm jumpin')
I ain't gotta spray too much, I spent a rack on my cologne
n*gga keep on callin' me when he know it's on the floor
That boy just keep on postin' weed, that n*gga traphouse must be slow
I been f*ckin' with that 'za, ain't no money in them lows
I got thirty on my neck, we got thirties in them shows
I got power in these streets, I don't think them n*ggas know (On God)
I ain't gotta spend no money, say a word to get him gone
Flew that ho to MIA, she said she want Papi Steak
Tryna give that ho the world, I'ma give that ho a Wraith (On God)
[Chorus]
I went and got a plug and that sh*t changed my life forever (On God)
Hit the road with him, hundred 'bows through Coweta (Woo)
Both my b*tches bad, ass fat, they f*ck each other (On God)
I had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special (Yeah)

[Outro]
I had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special