[Intro]

(It's Kosfinger, baby)

They ain't know a lot of that countryside

Then, they ain't know a lot of that country

Babygirl, you know, you tryna rass on rich niggas

You know them, only think you bitch niggas (Chay, chay, chay)

Ay (Skrr, skrr)

[Chorus: Rokky]

You with some rich niggas, drippers

You know them prolly take your bitch niggas

I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"

You're talking waps that you ain’t got

So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas, drippers

You know them prolly take your bitch niggas

I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"

You're talking waps that you ain’t got

So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

[Verse 1: Maroc]

We’re makin' bands in this trap, fuck a rеcord deal

I don’t care about the famе, I just need me these paper bills

The way we do these man dirty, this ain’t no regular drill

I need a yard in the sticks, the one in Beverly Hills

And I ain’t signin' nothing less then a couple of mil'

So we don’t feature with the game 'cause no one's keeping it real

And if you talk on touching me, you must be dreamin' it, still

That's honey comb set pendant, VVS on my grills

The gang trap a lot, it's coming like a marathon

Anytime there’s beef, the man just stunt and put their cameras on

I do this bally off or bally on

And fuck a tagalong, you're riding for the gang, you put that saddle on

And I don’t care if you don’t like me, I don’t like you either

I probably put this brudda’s reload on my Jordan sneakers

It's funny since I’m doing good, these man just turned to leeches

Feel to go back to school just to flex on all my teachers

[Chorus: Rokky]

You with some rich niggas, drippers

You know them prolly take your bitch niggas

I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"

You're talking waps that you ain’t got

So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas, drippers

You know them prolly take your bitch niggas

I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"

You're talking waps that you ain’t got

So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

[Verse 2: Rokky]

Look, since I got this ice, I’m givin' girls the cold shoulder

Real talk, they aired me for them donnies with a comb over

And now, these gyal they say they love me like I’m Chief Sosa

She’s due to move cray after a lil' coca

She’s not speakin', but I understand her through her eyes

Maybe for a night, I'll make you mine, but I can’t make a wife

Plus I can’t see you round them guys

That's more than vibes

I'm petty, I'll prolly pull up and start taking lives

Soon as I fuck her once, she’s gonna come again

I tell her "Use that tongue," and if you want, bring a friend

And bro just got the drop on shh, I tell him "Count me in"

I spin their block, pull up on them quick

There ain’t no lowin' him

Now all I see is bad B's since I got my P’s up

She’s nicer in the morning like a cold pizza

You know, I make her moan like she Mona Lisa

Bro, I thought to buss my gun when I can’t take no leafer

[Chorus: Rokky]

You with some rich niggas, drippers

You know them prolly take your bitch niggas

I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"

You're talking waps that you ain’t got

So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas, drippers

You know them prolly take your bitch niggas

I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"

You're talking waps that you ain’t got

So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

[Verse 3: Blaze]

'Course, we don’t hang around them bitch niggas

Big figures heated pull up in my crib nigga

Your bitch splashing with some real drillers

And once we go clear, I’m buying up some new triggers

Your people ain’t safe, now, you ain’t about

Drillers on stand-by for when it dies down

There’s a countdown on your clock

You’re in my swamp, and I’m the croc

He’s a pigeon, I’m a hawk

You better listen when I talk

Ay, what? So don’t be talking on my name

Keep chattin' up and lambo, put your picture in a frame

Trappin' so long, I could’ve made the hall of fame

I'm an OG, now, I let the youngers play the game

But if I’m active, I might spin it on your block

Country Don, hella drip, why’d you think the gyaldem flop?

I let them fizz me up then I let my soda pop

If they think they’re catching me

They gon' need Robocop

[Outro]

They ain't know a lot of that countryside

Then, they ain't know a lot of that country

Babygirl, you know, you tryna rass on rich niggas