

imagine being a rapper and a capper but wanting street cred’ telling
ppl you gone smack some but scared to go fed
just let me be yo ghost writer so i can tell the
truth
claiming you crip but don’t color bang,
posed to be rolling blue
hoe
ass niggas
countryG (yeah)
yo potna he just be talking too,
gave the nigga a nickname smack the only thing smacking is that
big ass lip when he chew
he ain’t smacking or slapping shit but his ass when walk,
put a muzzle on that bitch cause all he do is talk
i don’t even rap but i don’t mind name dropping a nigga
name fox, every fox i know run when when they see that
box
he be dicking riding you niggas too,
only thing i hear is about what he will do
i got potna that sing a lot of tunes,
be so glad when i can listen to his shit without auto
tune
my other niggas be acting like they want out the smoke,
one chase hoes all day and the other fresh off that coke
i told yall this dis was coming so don’t let your feelings
get hurt but one thing i didn’t do is talk bout my
lil cousin work because he in the dirt
hoe ass niggas countryG