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