Country Beef DC2Trill

[Intro]
(Nick on the track)

[Verse 1]
Matty on my hat
Put a fuck nigga on the map
You saying, "We the boys", that's cap
Fresh as fuck, I'ma fuck a hoodrat
He ain't got the cash [?] don't ask
If I pour another cup, nigga, then it's that
I'm glitching out, nigga, it's that
I let you brought them Perkies back
Wockhardt on my diamonds
Drank came, perfect timing
He a bitch in real life, but I guess he good at rhyming
Nigga ain't get no cash ever, but least he good at trying
Niggas squealing, good at crying
Trackhawk, perfect timing
Get high as fuck, I need me a driver, feel like OG Double D
Got them steppers, they just prowling, tryna find out where you be
Keep a pint like Weezy Wee
Niggas said that shit was hard, but it came easy for me
41, that's perfect weed
Nick, this the perfect beat
Drip, Chanel on her feet
Clip longer than a weave
I'm in Miami with the heat
Rick James, she's super freak
Three RPs, that's super me
Talking Super Saiyan 3
Rolls Royce truck like C-O-P
Okay, let's weigh out the options
You gon' die, you try to rob us
You gon' die if you call them coppers
Red dot in [?] bitch, eyelash
Bullets flying, they gave him whiplash
Told my bitch I'm done with drank, I woke up and then I relapsed
Who killed Kenny? He dead in the trap
If this was the nineties, I'd have three beepers
It's that Drank Baby shit, they don't want them other people
Hold on, let me light this reefer