Country Mike

Yeah, uh
You know what's up, pussy, uh

Watch froze, foreign that I drove, dodging potholes
Extendo clips and the Glocks, we got those (b-b-b-b-boom)
Versace my clothes, every time I answer my phone
That's like a block sold, you can say I got the block sewed
Grab two cubes of ice and drop those, the product in the pot rose
11 hundred my O's (woo), it's residue on my stove (talk to 'em)
Dior all on my toes, 11 hundred, rock those
Choppers, we pop those, (brr, damn)

We ain't the same if you don't shoot your blick or use your stick
Don't try to hide, if we can't find you, we gon' shoot your bitch
Nail her to the crucifix, gruesome shit
I hate rappers, fuck you and that nigga that produced your shit (b-b-b-b-boom)

Machine
Brr, brr, brr (brr, brr, brr)
Do, do, do (do, do, do)

Lately, I been gettin' a lot of hate, uh
Razor to the side of your face, you violate (huh)
Blue hundred dollar bills, sniffin' coke on Versace plates (whoo)
Think about all the commas I'ma make when I create
I come from the bottom wildin' and hoppin' gates, uh (you know it)
If you ain't got a body, you probably cannot relate, uh (not at all)
Country Mike died in my face in '98
Gun was in the yard, not on my waist, that's my mistake, ah (rest in peace, my nigga)

Yeah, I get hate from haters 'cause I'm makin' paper
Fuck them niggas, I did it my way and now my cake is major
Hit your face with razor, I slide with stick like I play for Sabres
We poppin' them sticks, 50 shot clips, that shit'll wake the neighbors
All these rappers stealin' my lane I made up, I'm who they say is the savior
Tell these new niggas they can thank me later (thank me later, nigga)
Boredom, it's like you swimming in the lake with gators
Razor my plate up, choppin' weight up
Get your weight up, pussy