TrellGotWings - Country Grammar lyrics

[Hook] Down in Alabama got a bad little b**h shakin' a** off the handle Now I'm in Atlanta, pourin' up a foe in a Fanta Ridin' down Peachtree speakin' COUNTRY GRAMMAR 'Nanas I can tell your b**h don't got it Everything foreign brand new when I cop it Race 'em out the lot in the blue Maserati Get away car beat the case like Gotti [Verse 1] Look I got yo b**h in a p**no flick No I do not rent cause I own a whip Pull up in that Beamer she notice it She jumpin' on me this that pogo stick I never been down wit the bogus sh** I fly out to Cali and smoke a zip When I'm out in Vegas I own a strip I pay all my hookers wit poker chips [Hook] Down in Alabama got a bad little b**h shakin' a** off the handle Now I'm in Atlanta, pourin' up a foe in a Fanta Ridin' down Peachtree speakin' COUNTRY GRAMMAR 'Nanas I can tell your b**h don't got it Everything foreign brand new when I cop it Race 'em out the lot in the blue Maserati Get away car beat the case like Gotti [Verse 2] Beat the case like Gotti So much money might join Illuminati Make a good girl go bad act thottie Now she gettin' naughty, I just want to body Had to break her in the brand new Audi Said she on Clyde, treat her like Bonnie Pourin' up lean real Darko Donnie Says she got good head Vevo Lotti [Hook] Down in Alabama got a bad little b**h shakin' a** off the handle Now I'm in Atlanta, pourin' up a foe in a Fanta Ridin' down Peachtree speakin' COUNTRY GRAMMAR 'Nanas I can tell your b**h don't got it Everything foreign brand new when I cop it Race 'em out the lot in the blue Maserati Get away car beat the case like Gotti [Verse 3] Turn a Ben Dallas at Onyx Taliban Bandz I'm the man be honest Drinkin' this lean til I vomit I'm a blow a hundred grand quick all profit You a little broke b**h stop it Pickin' up ones cause you know you ain't got it I bought some guns we don't Twitter beef Trap in the cold when it's six degrees Most of these hoes don't mean sh** to me If you ain't my main I'm your memory I whip a brick like a remedy I serve the white girl call it Emily I'm too hot while these b**hes approachin' me Is it cause I'm G-M-E-B-E I'm baggin' and wrappin' like Eazy-E I'm independent f** the industry [Hook] Down in Alabama got a bad little b**h shakin' a** off the handle Now I'm in Atlanta, pourin' up a foe in a Fanta Ridin' down Peachtree speakin' COUNTRY GRAMMAR 'Nanas I can tell your b**h don't got it Everything foreign brand new when I cop it Race 'em out the lot in the blue Maserati Get away car beat the case like Gotti