K.a.n.

Field Mob, I'm Shawn J and him, that's Bulldog

I represent the south and that's the way I'm a keep it

If you got game then peep it, it's the southern way

I wouldn't have it no other way, so muthaf**k

What the others say, love it or leave

Yes, it's hard but it's fair, gotta hustle to get it

Keep grindin' and grindin' and soon you will get it

The struggle is in me, that's how I had to live

That's why I'm actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit

Mashin' the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal

Hear the dual pipes roar, wanna be a balla shot caller

Twenty inch blades, skinny Benny tryin' to get paid

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher

And boy we love f**king them hoes

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher

And boy we love f**king them hoes

Damn real I'm a country ass nigga, Shawn show no shame

Bare foot on your block selling rock cocaine

Georgia boy from the south spit when I talk

Smack when I eat from the field pimp when I walk

Whoa, 'lil daddy he ain't even not ready

Field Mob come ridin' a stretch box Chevy

Follow me now, I'm a take you

Where the good dope at call it butter

Where the hood folks at in the gutter

Stay low, keep movin' nah you can't stop

Them boys infrared dot your Durag and tank top

That guerrilla coke grown, suburban word

With more grams than a old folks home

Now this the way I slang dick every which a way

Best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J

But if I do mack your bitch

You just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher

And boy we love f**king them hoes

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher

And boy we love f**king them hoes

I get sick if I ain't home in the south you can hear it in my voice

Watch I get on the track and ride like a Rolls Royce

And lean in it, spit sixteen, supreme splendid

Tipsy from tangueray with tangerines in it

They say the south slow, folk what's the speed limit?

Nah, f**k the speed limit these bustas need gimmick

The game like a skinny girl pussy, deep

So deep, you could park a limousine in it

All in my green tinted, D's in it Chevy caprice in it

On mean 20's paint shinin' like oil sheens in it

Leanin' on white blunts, so fresh so clean in it

It ain't sprite or water then don't you drink in it

6:15 in beatin' up your spleen in it

Tricks dream to be in it, just to be seen in it

Flex, mug mean in it, when I can't clean it

Man, just like can't clean it

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher

And boy we love f**king them hoes

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher

And boy we love f**king them hoes

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