Lyrics:
want to trip
Off the fact that the country club is in the building
Hit the ceiling with your 3 see's if ya feeling
Where I'm coming from, now who in
I'm in the drop wit the Cali sun heat in my dome
Feelin' like a movie star when I slide
They know who the hell we are when we ride
It's Country Club
the club I feel bulletproof (Bitch)
Ass up, slim thicc, that's how I notice you (Baby)
Hollow tatted on my wrist so now they know the truth (Yup)
I got
Fuck a homie, nigga, but you can be my cuddy, though
You got a microphone, some money, or a sack to roll
In the Country Club Crest we can have a choke
a heavy bag
Heavy dub
Kid is boomin out the country club
When I die, make sure the legends are notarized
I keep 45, locked in the drop
I dont fuck with
man, Gucci man
Peal man, purp' man, lay man, weed man
Crest man, X man, better wear a vest man
Yo boy, dough boy, bow down to no boy
Never been a ho
WITH arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,
With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the roofs,
Low of crest
nub luh scrub luh stub luh glee-club luh bathtub luh nightclub luh washtub luh strub-trub luh wolf club luh country club luh ticket-stub luh indian club
and collect my snaps
The Country Club Crest is where I got this game
And rappin on the mic is how I got that name
body is smellin'
Got the shit connectin' like a wire in the socket
When I come to the club gotta shuffle more bottles
I don't want your bitch, yeah, I
all of that pretty
Come from all fifty
Want a little country in their city
All the girls on the bus say woo
Straight workin' them Daisy dukes
Pump
curse by this worthless feeling
That the gold sinks deep and hubris retrieves it
What's hollow floats, moves through the seas crests
Creatures come
Wanna see a hundred grand then look at my arm
You think I wanna take this too far in a Rugar
Put a hollow bullet through y'all
Have cats at ya wake
at the crest up on my chest
You less than me at my request, yeah
Family got my back and for them I bring home the sack
Most talented young rapper in the country
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
I pray to lord my soul to take
Yeah
Yeah
Live from Country Club Hills the livest one
Representing the Crest to the fullest
The year was
a hundred grand then look at my arm
You think I wanna take this too far in a Rugar
Put a hollow bullet through y'all
Have cats at ya wake come out of New York
hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
Don't trip baby
After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a nigga get a sample of them
For the dope girls
Dope-dealin' girls, that is
1985
Lower Antioch
Hickory Hollow Mall
Where they at, where they at?
Where they at, where they
hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
Don't trip baby
After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a nigga get a sample of them
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
Carolina, Out in Carolina
Where you from my nigga
Straight outta Carolina
Country boys We don't
Act or talk tuff
Say da wrong thang
Get yo jaw broke
Been tryna get to this money, I'll have fun later
Watch all these bitches get lit now and turn the bums later
We up the country, fuckin' tellies up,
at my arm
You think I wanna take this
Too far in a Rugar
Put a hollow bullet through y'all
Have cats at ya wake come out of New York
And ya body in
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