[Intro]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
They ain't know a lot of that countryside
Then, they ain't know a lot of that country
Babygirl, you know, you tryna rass on rich n***as
You know them, only think you bitch n***as (Chay, chay, chay)
Ay (Skrr, skrr)

[Chorus: Rokky]
You with some rich n***as, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch n***as
I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain’t got
So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered
Lit n***as, you was with some rich n***as, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch n***as
I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain’t got
So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

[Verse 1: Maroc]
We’re makin' bands in this trap, fuck a rеcord deal
I don’t care about the famе, I just need me these paper bills
The way we do these man dirty, this ain’t no regular drill
I need a yard in the sticks, the one in Beverly Hills
And I ain’t signin' nothing less than a couple of mil'
So we don’t feature with the game
'Cause no one's keeping it real
And if you talk on touching me, you must be dreamin' it, still
That's honey comb set, pendant VVS on my grills
The gang trap a lot, it's coming like a marathon
Anytime there’s beef, the man just stunt and put their cameras on
I do this bally off or bally on
And fuck a tagalong you riding for the gang
You put that saddle on
And I don’t care if you don’t like me, I don’t like you either
I probably put this brudda’s reload on my Jordan sneakers
It's funny since I’m doing good, these man just turned to leeches
Feel to go back to school just to flex on all my teachers
[Chorus: Rokky]
You with some rich n***as, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch n***as
I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain’t got
So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered
Lit n***as, you was with some rich n***as, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch n***as
I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain’t got
So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

[Verse 2: Rokky]
Look, since I got this ice, I’m givin' girls the cold shoulder
Real talk, they aired me for them donnies with a comb over
And now, these gyal they say they love me like I’m Chief Sosa
She’s due to move cray after a lil' coca
She’s not speakin', but I understand her through her eyes
Maybe for a night, I'll make you mine, but I can’t make a wife
Plus I can’t see you round them guys
That's more than vibes
I'm petty, I'll prolly pull up and start taking lives
Soon as I fuck her once, she’s gonna come again
I tell her "Use that tongue," and if you want, bring a friend
And bro just got the drop on shh, I tell him "Count me in"
I spin their block, pull up on them quick
There ain’t no lowin' him
Now all I see is bad B's since I got my P’s up
She’s nicer in the morning like a cold pizza
You know, I make her moan like she Mona Lisa
Bro, I thought to buss my gun when I can’t take no leafer
[Chorus: Rokky]
You with some rich n***as, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch n***as
I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain’t got
So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered
Lit n***as, you was with some rich n***as, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch n***as
I'm on the streets, tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain’t got
So, I don’t get triggered, get triggered

[Verse 3: Blaze]
'Course, we don’t hang around them bitch n***as
Big figures heated pull up in my crib n***a
Your bitch splashing with some real drillers
And once we go clear, I’m buying up some new triggers
Your people ain’t safe, now, you ain’t about
Drillers on stand-by for when it dies down
There’s a countdown on your clock
You’re in my swamp, and I’m the croc
He’s a pigeon, I’m a hawk
You better listen when I talk
Ay, what? So don’t be talking on my name
Keep chattin' up and lambo, put your picture in a frame
Trappin' so long, I could’ve made the hall of fame
I'm an OG, now, I let the youngers play the game
But if I’m active, I might spin it on your block
Country Don, hella drip, why’d you think the gyaldem flop?
I let them fizz me up then I let my soda pop
If they think they’re catching me
They gon' need Robocop
[Outro]
They ain't know a lot of that countryside
Then, they ain't know a lot of that country
Babygirl, you know, you tryna rass on rich n***as