(Verse 1) Y'all been flappin' that bird, but it's time to confess, Flappy's a joke, ain't no challenge in that mess. I'm a country boy, raised on dirt and dust, When it comes to games, I don't play around, I plow through 'ust. (Chorus) Flappy, oh Flappy, your game's so lightweight, I'm swattin' you down like a pesky mosquito in my state. Country style, I'm the real deal, no need for props, This diss track's like a tractor, it's about to drop the tops. (Verse 2) I ain't afraid of no bird, whether it's flyin' or hoppin', My reflexes are sharp, thanks to my country poppin'. While you're flappin' around like a fool in the wind, I'll be kickin' back, sippin' sweet iced tea, man. (Chorus) Flappy, oh Flappy, your game's about to fall, I'm the country boy with the skills, standin' tall. You thought you were tough, the talk of the town, But country style's gonna hog-tie ya down. (Outro) So, Flappy, take your last flap 'fore you hit the ground, 'Cause when the country boy comes around, your game's gonna drown. This diss track's a wrap, I said what I came to say, Country style, all day, every single play. [model: unfiltered_x]