Out the Country/Maserati Rick

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Get the package out the country
Dog food from the country
Cooking crack w my auntie
Bad bitch like Beyonce
Bricks wrapped in Givenchy
Know the plug in the country
Selling work out the country

Who can whip it like yo nigga yeah
Outta town, I'm that nigga yeah
Chicken shrawma, garlic pita bread
With yo hoe and I receive the head
She need a boss nigga like Rasheeda said
Yves St. Laurent's, kick my feet up yeah
Shoot a nigga for a kilogram
Bet his ass never steal again
Got my nigga banging 3 for 10, hit the dance like Breyeon
Kill that pussy hit the feline, weed same color neon
Rolley always looked peed on, roll around w my heat on
My lil niggas do recon, send a round through yo Nissan
Talk that talk
Balenciaga's when I walk
I found a diamond in the dark
Now there's a 40 in my car
Put it with a brick of hard
Tell that bitch play her part
Stuff my goodies in yo drawers
I'm a pit yeah I'm a dog, you a pussy like a Leo
I need green like CeeLo, bad bitch like Cleo
Bricks smelling like BO, pass the weed to my PO
In the trap like Reo, get the work out in Rio

Get the package out the country
Dog food from the country
Cooking crack w my auntie
Bad bitch like Beyonce
Bricks wrapped in Givenchy
Know the plug in the country
Selling work out the country

Bitch bury me like Maserati Rick, Rick
Bury me like Maserati Rick, Rick
Bitch bury me like Maserati Rick, Rick

Hold my shit, load up the clip (BOOM)
Empty it out in the whip, nigga you dip then we dip
My momma told me that when I grow up better handle yo shit
My momma died so I had to trap harder to take care my kids
Rollie on me, nigga my wrist at the beach
Took a piss on your grave, bitch ain't no resting in peace
If he sweat, he eat, none of you niggas gone sleep
I get you whacked for a fee, preorder yo face on a tee
Throwing bands like Matt Stafford nigga, watch how I ball out
How you niggas letting shots off nigga, if you ain't go all out
Every time you niggas say you need the plug, shit who do you call out
Gotta crib full of bitches in it nigga, I call that my dog house
Babysitting at the bando, we listen to Bankroll
Christian rolling up a backwood, shit look like a egg roll
Juggin off my Obama phone, then go put my mans on
Yeah that draco gotta kickback on it, but bitch I don't let go
I hear a click on the phone, I know it's feds, I think they recording
Xanny be all in my 2 liter some of you niggas I know can't afford this
I hear a knock on the door or maybe I didn't, shit nigga I'm noided
I don't keep niggas around me, they plotting to get you, these niggas is poison
F*ck where you from, get hit with this drum
I do this shit just for fun, f*ck on yo bitch till I cum
She keep thinking I'm the one, but bitch you know I'm on the run
Feds tryna get me gone, bury me with my gun

If I die, I'm going out like Mase
My uncle selling supremacy, he gotta bag full of Nazis
Trapping nigga is a hobby, foreign coupe with no car keys
Ain't a nigga that can stop me
If I die, I'm going out like Mase
My uncle selling supremacy, he gotta bag full of Nazis
Trapping nigga is a hobby, foreign coupe with no car keys
Ain't a nigga that can stop me

Selling this blow, pack it then go
If the shit ain't adding up, then somebody gone get exposed
Shoot at his bro, aim at his nose
Red beam w the scope shit same color rose
Shoot then reload, my nigga we get him gone
F*ck what you thought, my niggas don't play with you hoes
Yay.Nx in the trap, shit nigga anything goes
I go break down on them bowls, then I go pour up a 4
I spent a crib on the buffs, I bought a whip f*ck a bus
My choppa is a masseuse, f*ck around and get you touched
At the top it is just us, and anything else is a plus
We put them boys on the news, nigga we don't give a f*ck
Whipping the Rari till I blow the engine, a nigga never needed friendship
Don't give a f*ck bout yo feelings, as long as my niggas winning
As long as my niggas winning
Got me swinging towards the fences, bury me with my rich bitch

If I die, I'm going out like Mase.
My uncle selling supremacy, he gotta bag full of Nazis.
Trapping nigga is a hobby, foreign coupe with no car keys.
Ain't a nigga that can stop me. 
If I die, I'm going out like Mase.
My uncle selling supremacy, he gotta bag full of Nazis.
Trapping nigga is a hobby, foreign coupe with no car keys.
Ain't a nigga that can stop me. 

Maserati Rick
Bitch bury me like Maserati Rick
Bitch bury me like Maserati Rick, Rick

Like Maserati Rick
Put a nigga in a whip
Bitch bury me like Maserati Rick
Bitch bury me like Maserati Rick, Rick

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Written by: Jayland Plummer

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