Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up Had our bread up, had our bread up Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up Our bread up, had our bread up Swangin and bangin, like that nigga SG Hoes wanna fuck, but my dick ain't free You can't charge me, cause I ain't to be charged Just sellin' dope from Louisiana all the way to Florida Got birds and the Yay, just left Big Bay In the pen once again, still ridin with Jay Jay, Pimp and Bun, the cream of the crop Hit the corner in the Lac, you see them blades chop I used to push rocks, on the corner of Jackson's Went from new-used to Lacs, from Lacc to Lexus Now it's Bentley 4 doors, get 50 for the shows Bring your bitch around me, and I make her get exposed Bend over, touch your toes Just show me what you got I'm really tryna see ya, but you went and shaved your cock Why in the fuck would you do that, bitch? Sweet Jones ain't fuckin with that bald-head shit, bitch Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up Had our bread up, had our bread up Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up Our bread up, had our bread up I'm a big slab DO, I'm a country ass nigga I'm from PA Texas, ain't another nigga triller Black and yellow stones, got me lookin like a stealer Hoppin out double Rs, I kill, kill kill 'm Me and my niggas paint the town when we come down 24 in the game, stackin bread, fuck the fame Everyday a nigga smellin like new money I leave my tags on my clothes, and hoes pop 'em for me Keep a foreign coupe with candy paint drippin down Ready for whatever, if he ain't loaded when we flip and grind I stay on my grind, when I count my cash I take a hundred dollar bill, and wipe it cross my ass Cause it's nothin, nigga I stay stuntin, nigga So if you see me with your bitch, yeah I'm fuckin, nigga I'm an underdog, but I stay on top my bread And keep my pocket full of presidents that's dead Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up Had our bread up, had our bread up Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up Our bread up, had our bread up I'm comin straight out the city of the coupes with the roof missing That paper in my vision, and getting it is my mission Perforated leather seats, with handcrafted stitching One love for all my partners caught up in the system I'm from the great lone star state, that's known as Texas I'm on the grind, while you drinkin coffee and eating breakfast I got my mind on Maseratis, so I been restless My money long, like the inauguration gets us That chopper leave him breathless, catchin' boppers I'm the bestest Lay my mack down, and get up in them walls like Asbestos I bet they didn't think us country boys had cake But down here we grinding hard, 25/8 Going back from Louisiana on the I-10 west I'm on the highway, the flyway, all day, no rest You overthinking this shit, it ain't Chess The secret to success, is to grind more, and sleep less and Get your bread up Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up Had our bread up, had our bread up Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up Our bread up, had our bread up