JPEGMAFIA - SUB / Untitled (Country Song) lyrics

Get the money, let's go (Uh, uh)
Uh, met a fuck nigga out the gate
Look like Triple H caught him in the ring
Shot the tray, watch that nigga fade (Brrt)
Said he gettin' bread, but he pie
I'ma take his cake

Those peggies wouldn't fuck with her (Trap)
(The fuck?, Smoked dope)
(I can hear music)

Catch you rollin' outside
Ah oh, for the winner ah oh, this hurt

My back, my neck, my chest, my face
This pain, it hurts, it hurts my back
(My back) my neck (My neck) my
Face (My face) my chest
This pain, it hurts, it hurts

(Uh, uh) uh, met a fuck nigga out the gate
Look like Triple H caught him in the ring
Shot the tray, watch that nigga fade (Brrt)
Said he gettin' bread, but he pie
I'ma take his cake heard you cookin' crack
Well, that's great, nigga crack the safe
Pussy, you all caps
Chop 'em down, make 'em lower case
If you got the tea
Send this bitch to the Sunken Place
Guns make a Nazi do the dance
Like he from the Bay

My back
(My back) my neck (My neck) my chest, my face
This pain, it hurts, it hurts my back
(My back) my neck (My neck) my
Face (My face) my chest
This pain, it hurts, it hurts (Aah)

Dance ooh, twice
Dance nigga keep runnin' 'round
You gon' keep fuckin' with her?
Are you serious?
Baby, you think you've got it
But, you ain't got nothin'

(Oh) ah ha, ha
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah wait, oh
Shit (Woo) that's that shit
That shit, ooh (That shit, right there) Ooh

I click Safari (I click that bitch)
We shoot these Nazis, nigga we keep the peace
(I keep that shit)
My whip so old, baby my whip so-my whip so-
(Dat shit) my chest is numb
Fuck nigga my ass is-my ass is-
(Feel so cold)
It's Goldman Sachs, my nigga we keep it cold
I change a life every time I hit the bowl
We can't be stopped, we
Killin' rock 'n' roll, roll

My back, my neck, my chest, my face
This pain, it hurts, ah, it hurts