Ay run dat hoe Shay
I ain't lose Keen yet, I ain't lose Keen yet
Yeah
Hit it once won't tell, so many pics on my cell
Hit her mouth then bail, now her mouth gon swell
I got dog food yeah, and it's hard to sell
So I give it to my niggas, 'cause my niggas do it well
I'll make her kill herself, switched on me for an L
I ain't ever gon cry, I did all I can
And that's all I said, then she sent me a text
Sent me a picture of her breasts
Then I hit it again
I ain't ever gon lie, i've made so many sins
I repent everyday, everyday I cry to the Lord again
Yah
Country, country, country, country, country
Yeah
Hey
Country, country, country, country, country
Yuh
Yeah
Yah
Yuh
Country, country, country, country, country
Yah
Yeah
Hey
I got a pocket rocket, I'm watching out for the heathens
Niggas be talking bout it, my niggas we play all season
I catch you down at Follies, i'm on the block with that heater