Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song YZ Remix, artist - Upchurch. Date of issue: 03.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
YZ Remix |
| Ayy |
| Church |
| Up-motherfuckin'-church |
| Creek squad |
| 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 gangster, 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 gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord (Church) |
| Still can’t ride with me, but now it’s different, I ain’t driving |
| In the back seat of my Phantom with the curtain down and vibing |
| On my country boy shit, some things don’t never change |
| That’s why I walk around the 'Ville with a pistol rocking these chains, cuz |
| Ain’t no country singers dangerous |
| Locals never change up |
| Grimy from the jump, can’t make a volunteer go bankrupt |
| Rockstar of the holler, can’t move me with dots or commas |
| Untouchable to ones who never had to bust ass for dollars |
| I don’t care what you on, I don’t care what you got |
| All I care is if you '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 or these bitches |
| Church |
| 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 gangster, 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 gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord |
| Gettin' money, all hundreds, all I know is gettin' money |
| Rubber band bands 'round my band, I gotta have that money |
| Big fine, top of the line, yeah, that’s how I like my women |
| Love to shake her ass in the club, Louisiana country |
| You know we gon' show out when we go out, well turn this bitch up then (Turn up) |
| You ain’t gotta pay for shit, we lit, and bring your friend |
| Big tall racks, trucks all black, money team |
| White, brown, black, I don’t see none of that, all I see is green |
| If you my dog, you could smoke weed in my house, nigga |
| Go up in the backyard and fuck with the dogs, nigga |
| Wanna shoot some dice, I’m gon' go get Tootie Raww, nigga |
| Boosie pictures on the wall, my floors like bowling balls, nigga |
| 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 gangster, 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 gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord |