Big K.R.I.T. - Country Shit lyrics

Let me tell you bout' this
Super fly dirty dirty
Third coast muddy water
Shawty, pop that pussy if you wanna
Let me tell you bout' this
Old school, pourin' lean
Candied yams and collard greens
Pocket full of stones, riding clean
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit country country shit

I told 'em aw man hold up
What you know about it
Candy cars, superstar
Rubberbands in my pocket
A couple broads for the popping
If she ridin then she bopping
Bitch I'm sellin if you shopping
If you need it then I got it
If I want it then I cop it
If you don't like nigga top it
Why you worried bout mine ho
What's up in your wallet?
I was riding my Screw shit
Rims chop chopping
Top dropping throwin bread crumbs
Crows start flocking
Knockin pictures off the wall, we sit tall
And we still crawl
We still shoot, we still score, we still win
So we still ball
We still hood so fuck them laws
I got nuts and I got loot
If you can't see the king in
A nigga like me undoubtedly
Then fuck you too

Let me tell you bout' this
Super fly dirty dirty
Third coast muddy water
Shawty, pop that pussy if you wanna
Let me tell you bout' this
Old school, pourin' lean
Candied yams and collard greens
Pocket full of stones, riding clean
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit country country shit

Okay the Caddy still swangin'
And the trunk still bangin'
Nigga trickin' ain't pimpin' shawty
What is y'all thankin'?
What what is y'all sayin? What
What is y'all sangin'?
Hit the club by the bar
Like what is y'all drankin'?
Old schools, foreign cars shawty
What is y'all crankin'?
Kush blunts Bank tellers ask me
"Why is y'all stankin?"
If it's money out here shawty
Why is y'all playin'?
She was bound to fuck a pimp
So why is you cakin'? Save it ho
Cape crusader at her service aidin' ho
Damn the ho
Blame the ho for the same shit you pay me for
Shake it more for a pimp with
My shrimp on my plate
Countryfied, country fly with a tape

Let me tell you bout' this
Super fly dirty dirty
Third coast muddy water
Shawty, pop that pussy if you wanna
Let me tell you bout' this
Old school, pourin' lean
Candied yams and collard greens
Pocket full of stones, riding clean
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit country country shit