Lyrics
You know who to see, man
Big country kanga, come on
Real shit, dawg
Real talk, man
Ayy
Gettin' these racks all day (all day)
Really be havin' my way (havin' my way)
Bitch wanna ride my wave (ride my wave)
Yeah, bitch wanna ride my wave (ride my wave)
Really be steppin' on shit (steppin' on shit)
Yeah, really be steppin' on shit all day (all day)
Gettin' these racks all day (all day)
Really be havin' my way, yeah (my way)
You in
You in the trap, my swerve, big body, skat
Track Hawk is in the back, the A on fitted caps
Hustle to get that money, all night until it's sunny
AR's with the dummies, run up if you a dummy
Bitch don't play no games, you know I'm Kuntry King
I sold that candy cane all through that Georgia clay
My pimping is making waves, my bitches go both ways
Still whipping in the pot, I'm running
Yeah, these made by Frame not Cartier, Louis Montagram and the Damier
See a group of bad bitches pull up underlay
Fuck 'em good, make 'em whine like a sommelier
Got the pavé and the charm and the bracelet
But he need a bag full of money just to say shit
Tell me it's a bad idea, try to take something from me
How you damn near dead in the basement bloody?
We the bouquet of roses grew out of the cement, they say that you hot
That's something I disagree with
Now peons can't be in positions that we in
Best stop before you start cause you crossed us since then
P.S.E. been having our way since the beginning, get it back fuck it up get it again
Respect it, my friend, and we droppin' out now
Bitch it's OG, now IG, you'll see if you try me it's King
Gettin' these racks all day (all day)
Really be havin' my way (havin' my way)
Bitch wanna ride my wave (ride my wave)
Yeah, bitch wanna ride my wave (ride my wave)
Really be steppin' on shit (steppin' on shit)
Yeah, really be steppin' on shit all day (hey, I don't need nobody to ride better than this)
Gettin' these racks all day (all day)
Lil' B had my way (I will)
Raff on killer boy, Raff on corduroys
R.I.P. Perkboy, Kobe twenty-four
Glock shoot twenty-four, you can die twenty-four hours (yeah)
Bury your ass in the Wichita Mountains
CVS walk, four rings, what about it?
Ride through the hood, four rings on the outing
Two hundred of lines slipping green, I doubt it
I got park, I got trees, I got water like a fountain
Two front pockets real fat like a sumo
Ninety-eight bricks in the ninety-eight you gon' (dope)
I ain't got time they should buy me a Hublot (what)
They know I'm a dog cause I'm barking like a kudro (what)
Nigga play with dro I'ma nut up like a praline (ay)
Mustang truck you can call that thing saline (yo)
Neck full of gold Mr. T-Dro ATV (uh)
All black challenges same color beige jeans (uh)
Rocks in the paddock of a Memphis-Een attic (woo)
Percush added that's a million dollar habit (man)
Shoulder lean drop I was out of y'all brackets (uh)
Polo everything with the dark brown khakis (uh)
Rolling up a fatty on the flight to Cincinnati (uh)
Gucci runner shoes got me feeling athletic (uh)
All my diamonds come up out the surrogate (uh)
I be putting fish sauce on my spaghetti (uh)
Fuckin' with the Migos on West Vito (no)
Cellz on Avenue, Harrah on E-Bow (yeah)
Love shootin' die but don't really like CeeLo (shite)
Tellin' Brian Graham for a step don't kilo (whoa)
Grand like Lawson, Holla down to Austin
You can get found in the creek like Dawson
I don't wanna wait for your life to be over
Off in patrol
Ayy, you know I had to walk that bitch down, you feel what I'm sayin'?
Ain't no nigga want it with me, just come on, get in the bar
Real P.S.C. shit, Mack, what up?
Chip, what up? Kuntry, what's happenin'?
C-roy, what it do? You feelin' me?
We doin' this shit for clean, you understand me?
Yeah
Gettin' these racks all day (all day)
Really be havin' my way (havin' my way)
Bitch wanna ride my wave (ride my wave)
Yeah, bitch wanna ride my wave (ride my wave)
Really be steppin' on shit (steppin' on shit)
Yeah, really be steppin' on shit all day (all day)
Gettin' these racks all day (all day)
Really be havin' my way (my way)
Yeah
And I don't want to know
And I don't want to know