Country Boy Return Nappy Roots

It s the return of the country boy
Getting shitty, hit the city like a country boy
You know I m riding dirty like a country boy
Shotgun and I m wonder I m a country boy
It s the return of the fish hoe
So authentic and the fish
I m a big boy came in tip tope
I all chicks know
Why I put the scales on the
Take my resumee
I m a country nigga, big black country nigga
And this middle you want me nigga
Hot boy, damn I need to cool off
I don t listen you rappers hating
Bruise talk, bruise fall, baby flip your ass over like it s fussball
I take everything but the shoes off
I told her give me up, cut the snooze off
I like a firm ass, but
Put her ass to work like a ball, oh
It s the return of the country boy
Getting shitty, hit the city like a country boy
You know I m riding dirty like a country boy
Shotgun and I m wonder I m a country boy
That s like my lip that s one me hard to
I d probably be a bomb if it wasn t for this rapping
I know it sounds crazy but actually imagine
All my life I ve been so naturally, oh my god, damn
I ma go for what I know until I drop dead
I got the right to talk shit, fuck what the cops said
Middle finger to the law as I