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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