Upchurch “YZ Remix” – Lyrics
Hey
Church, motherfuckin’ Church
Creek squad
[Chorus]
You can’t ride in my Range Rover
You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
You can’t come to my crib joker
Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
[Verse 1]
Still can’t ride with me but now it’s different I aint driving
In the back seat of my phantom with the curtain down and vibin
on my country boy shit, some things don’t ever change
Thats why I walk around the ville with the pistol rocking these chains cuz
Aint no country singers dangerous, locals never change us
Rowdy from the jump, make a volunteer go bankrupt
Rockstar out the holler, can’t move me without ya commas
Untouchable to ones who never had to bust ass for dollas
I don’t care what you own, I don’t care what you got
All I care is that you if bout it and if you the type to be bought
Won’t catch me around no people dressing up for television
When I put on something snazzy I’m shooting birds at these bitches
[Chorus]
You can’t ride in my Range Rover
You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
You can’t come to my crib joker
Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
[Verse 2]
Getting money all hunneds all I know is get me money
Rubberband bands around my bands
I gotta have that money
Big fine top of the line, ya that’s how I like my woman
Love to shake her ass in the club louisiana country
You know we gon show up when we go out
Turn this bitch up then
You aint gotta pay for shit, we lit and bring your friend
Big black ram trucks, all black money team
White, brown, black I don’t see none of that
All I see is green
If you my dawg you can smoke weed in my house n****
Roll up in the backyard and f*** with the dogs n****
you want to shoot dice we gon get 2 dem raw n****
Boosie pictures on the wall my floor like bowling balls n****
[Chorus]
You can’t ride in my Range Rover
You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
You can’t come to my crib joker
Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord (Oh, Lord)
Leave A Comment