Lyrics Country & Gutta - ROMEO, Lil Boosie, Suga Suga

Country & Gutta

Country n gutta mouth full of gold ice length chain chevorlet
super spokes thats how im living and i love it
(thats how im living and i love it) everyday look i be thuggin
(cause im thuggin)
Country and throwed off get ya average lil star then swicth to a star but we aint scared to go to war (g's side)
south side hustlers gold grillz and new whips and i keep green
on me like my name lil flip god’s gift
dont play gotta hit below the waist dont need a bank account
a couple mil in the safe (ay)
let me chill for a min hope you keep a py-py cause you gone
need spinach got the whips alligator on the seats
gator boys thuggin couple dimes in the jeep h-o-o-b-s-t-r cookie
monster in my blood just call me j-r
oooh give me a ball and imma put it through the hoop you shoot
im gone shoot cross me i cross you raised on kool aid
and grits cornbread and cabbage im a beast on the streets and
i get it from my daddy
I take a walk outside bandanna on my pocket (bad azz) he be wilding got them bad chicks hollin
shine up my grillz cock back my field big money and big stuntin boy
im bout that for real had 50 on my wrist way before i made a hit
orange charger so retarded
but the yellow so sick i got ghetto love from ghetto thugs and
ghetto guls yea we act a donky though ask my dawg romeo
from batton rouge where its country as hell everybody touchin known
to cause hell in the hot summer
fresh clothes fresh bowls brush my teeth 2 times a day so i got them
fresh golds im smilimg wildin at the clubs
im the truth on them beats the penetentiary they behind it cause
im keepin it street im from the gutta
when we find one meal we feed each other so you cant knock my hustle (look)
Crank up my chevy (chevy) high its just a ticket (oh boy)
big block motor cant control it when im tippin
you can wear your platnium (platnium) and your gold grillz
homie same clothes 3 days and them guls still on me (yea)
i roll wit romeo so they treat me like a king (king) respect
it world wide batton rouge
do ya thing hit my round player tonight it going down (down)
he say he got that good me imma bring the brown down south is where im found (yea)
we call it up town except them calls from my dawg
i cant wait til he touch down (down) gangsta thats my round
(round) disrespect it we gone clown
got sum in the car thats gone chop a hundred round (round)
boy you know im real i show love to all my people
a hundred round my neck try to touch it they gone beat ya
(beat ya) country and im gutta they thought i wouldn’t make it no matter
what they say boy we kept jiggalatin