I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin' room On the same level This shit here

I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy When I wake up in the morning I roll up and count my money All my bitches love me, they gon’ answer for a real one Dollar $ign Mustard on the beat hoe I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, all these bitches wanna

Jee-pers, cree-pers, where'd get those pee-pers? Jee-pers, cree-pers, where'd ya get those eyes? Gosh all, git up, how'd they get so lit up? Gosh all, git up, how's they get that size? Golle gee! When you turn those heat-ers on Woe is me, got to put

Put on the Patek, to change up the weather The shit turning into the rain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey) Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo) The shit turning into the rain (rain) I, I, count the guap (count, count) Set up shop

I can’t resist it, I’m addicted Even Superman would lose his fire That’s a country boy’s kryptonite Yea, all it is, it’s my weakness It’s a country boy’s kryptonite It’s all the country boy’s kryptonite A couple Pocahontas legs peakin’ out a swimmin’

Yankee Doodle, keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy Mind the music and the step And with the girls be handy Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony Stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni Father and I went down to camp

Wait, wait a minute Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin' Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face I get it how I live it I live it how I get it Count the mothafuckin' digits I pull up with a lemon Not 'cause she ain't livin' It's just your eyes

Amarillo by mornin' Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I've got on Amarillo's where I'll be When that sun is high in that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair Amarillo, I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston

As I sit there applauding from a front row seat, I want to be around to pick up the pieces when somebody breaks your heart, Somebody twice as smart as i. Somebody who will swear to be true like you used to do with me, Who'll leave you to learn that

Mine, all mine, all mine Shes my radio turned up to 11 Shes my country song that I just gotta sing along to So fine, so fine, like the finest wine Shes my blue-eyed dream, my summer queen I cant believe shes mine, all mine Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh I'm a