Bezz Believe - Country Trapper

{intro}
Ayy, jimmy, you on this? (i forgot)
Y-y-young dezzo

{chorus}
Country trapper, firecracker
Best believe it, paper stacker
Boy, they treat me like a guard
From f-l-a to indiana
Carolina to atlanta, ohio, louisiana
Take a trip to california
Then i catch a flight to nashville
I get on goin', then i re-up
In the sticks, way deep in the cut
Speak the lingo when i meet with the plug
My business consistent, i keep with a buck
Tatted white boy loadin' the truck
In the zone, dawg, focused as fuck
In the east coast, they cashin' out
In the midwest, they eatin' 'em up

{verse}
Trash bag full of bluе faces
Live a life out a suitcasе
Organized like we the mob
Maintain them ties like shoelaces
New money and new places
I move smooth as a new hippie
The way i move is a lil' risky
They shop for me like a lil' dixie
Only thing that i want for christmas is a couple runners in each city
It's a marathon; r.i.p. nipsey
Trap jumpin' through a three-sixty
Big bands, runnin' through 'em quickly
Well-connected in portland, oregon
I'm in seattle like king griffy
Grand slam with a knife in, ayy
Baby girl ride me like the kentucky derby
Naked in my grill, wearin' nothin' but my jewelry
Slim, thick, cutie-pie from the dirty southside
Throw that pussy at me, then i get right back to serve it (ooh)
She whisper to me i'm the chosen one
Flyest young man but loaded, son
Drop that musical heroin, spit that lyrical opium
James bond with the golden gun, tryna graduate to them private flights
Macbook and a microphone, i take 'em back to them sleepless nights, uh
Top by the mornin', i was recordin', constantly tourin'
Mile of soldiers, steadily placin' they orders
Different colors; green, purple and orange
What you need, shawty? i can export it
Call my teammate, throw 'em an ally
Put the package right in your (?...)
Send the cash and drop me an atty

{chorus}
Country trapper, firecracker
Best believe it, paper stacker
Boy, they treat me like a guard
From f-l-a to indiana
Carolina to atlanta, ohio, louisiana
Take a trip to california
Then i catch a flight to nashville
I get on goin', then i re-up
In the sticks, way deep in the cut
Speak the lingo when i meet with the plug
My business consistent, i keep with a buck
Tatted white boy loadin' the truck
In the zone, dawg, focused as fuck
In the east coast, they cashin' out
In the midwest, they eatin' 'em up, uh

{outro}
Country trapper, country trapper, trapper, trapper
Best believe that