BIG C up in this bitch, the fuck is Ciera? (Grrah-grrah)

This is 606, baby

Don't play with BIG C (huh? XCAINE got it, the fuck?)

From the bluegrass and the banjos

We sell dope and we blow smoke (grrah-grrah)

From the big fields and the small town

Where we pop a bitch if a bitch provoke

This Kentucky, baby, got hicks here

Charges trackin' back to the old folk (to the old folk)

Like a Hatfield quick to pop one

I ain't playin' if somebody misspoke (I ain't playin')

Eatin' cornbread 'til my ass fat, collard greens as a side dish

Got this pretty face and this big ring, too bad to be somebody side bitch (too bad)

Hos claimin' tough, I'm callin' bluffs, I still ain't met a bitch who slide shit (where they at?)

18 with a southern flow, I ain't stoppin' 'til a bitch hood rich, like uh

Bitch, I'm from the 606, ain't a bitch out here that spittin' like this (who?)

I'm a real tough bitch, ya ain't built like this

I'm a country-ass bitch, and I'm ridin' with a shotgun (grrah-grrah)

If a bitch want beef I'll pop one, hicks gon' move anytime I call one (anytime I call one)

It's BIG C, never the small one, C for Ciera, don't get it mixed (don't mix)

I don't fuck with your gang, I just pack a switch

But these brodies gon' bang it at any bitch (grrah)

Got the country bumpin' on some ghetto shit

Know Kentucky packin', got a loaded clip (uh)

I'm Kentucky reppin' on some brodie shit

I'm Kentucky's baddest, they've been knowin' this (I been on it)

I don't fuck with gangs, I ain't throwin' nothin'

Just a ghetto bitch rappin' country shit like, huh (huh?)

Bitch, it's Ciera, CieraTheRapper, Ciera the baddest, I already know

Ciera, that bih from Kentucky, don't do no discussin', the brodies, they stayin' on go (shh)

Ciera not playin', Ciera the realest, Ciera get money and move on the low (shh)

I'm finna pop it, Ciera go crazy, don't sleep on Ciera, she ill to the bone

Queen of Kentucky, bitch, it is Ciera, Ciera the queen

Hand me my crown, BIG C from the country, been runnin' through hunnids

These bitches is hatin', but wanna be down? (Huh?)

I am the illest, my flow goin' stupid, these bitches be jockin', they lovin' my sound (yeah)

One and the only, Ciera, Ciera a menace, Ciera ain't come here to play

So get out my way, brodies real killers, they prayin' to spray (yeah)

My finger gon' itch on the trigger, ain't trippin' on bitches that bitter, I'll slide any day (I'll slide any day)

They sleep on Ciera, now I'm on my way, up on the top, ain't got time to convey (huh?)

Only discussin' the money, so get the fuck from me if you ain't got nothin' to say

'Cause I'm from the bluegrass and the banjos, might pop a bitch if she want smoke

My money up, my titties froze, my teeth icy, these real golds

They know my name, it's BIG C, I'm up now, flyin' coast to coast

From down broke to a hood rich, my LV keep a bankroll

From the bluegrass and the banjos

We sell dope and we blow smoke (yeah)

From the big fields and the small town

Where we pop a bitch if a bitch provoke (grrah-grrah)

This Kentucky, baby, got hicks here

Charges trackin' back to the old folk (mm)

Like a Hatfield quick to pop one

I ain't playin' if somebody misspoke, like, huh?