Carolina Gang

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Yo, I'm 'bout to spit somethin' crazy

Move over Cardi B, ow

Bah, yeah, let's go

Swingin' on the beat like a fuckin' animal

I got your friends that throw me hell, even your mother

I stay loyal to my friends, call all of them brothers

And we all on that beat, still flyer than others (yeah-yeah)

And I don't wanna hear your shit talk (shut up)

Stay chilin' with the big dawgs (big dawgs, hoo)

Went from high school to big boss (boss)

Every day, I'm hustlin', motherfuckin' Rick Ross

I'm just roarin' up, I'm soarin' high up like a plane (okay)

Back in 'em backwoods with a bag of Mary Jane

Lit like Bic with a muddy water stain

Yeah, damn lawd baby, you look like a sexy train

Fishin' holes, swimmin' hole, summer time, rollin' coal

Hangin' with my buddies, and they cuttin', I ain't spittin' Skoal

Gettin' to the money, long time, bitch we on a roll

Singin' music that I like with hella soul (yeah-yeah)

Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang

Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train

Got THC swimmin' in my veins

Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang

Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang

Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train

Got THC swimmin' in my veins

Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang, ay

Got some corn mash while I make white lightnin'

Yeah, pull up to Sonic you see a couple kids fightin'

They don't know where I'm from, they ain't get enlightenin'

Rather be in my mountains than a five-star island

Exhaust fumes smokin' out the cab (ooh)

Glove box full of blunt wraps (shit)

Sleepin' on me, then take a nap (uh-huh)

Passin' on y'all when it's a wrap (it's a wrap), ooh

Click-clack-plow, one shot, then you're down

Shootin' .223, rounds 'bout a hunnid couple pounds (brrt, boop-boop)

And you're tryna fuck with us, you won't even hear a sound

Got some boys in the back and they runnin' ridge top hell

Smell the aroma, spray paint a Tacoma

I rock Diesel Gang apparel, don't wear Patagonia

Don't hang with me, just see me alone, yeah

'Cause I'm lookin' for my bros that I can go and get stoned with

Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang

Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train

Got THC swimmin' in my veins

Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang

Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang

Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train

Got THC swimmin' in my veins

Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang, ay

Look, blue collar chick got press of rednecks

Slick trucks and bets, it's 828 to the death

Good green on my breath, workin' hard, break a sweat

Takin' dollars like a threat, playin' chords like a champ

These bitches on my leash like a pet (uh-huh)

Haters in my town, they upset (hey man)

Livin' my life, got no regrets (no)

Queen of this shit, I can't catch my breath

Cap forward, yee-haw, ride the beat like a see-saw

Rappers can't swing games sorta like tee-ball

You're a, "Hee-haw," yes, I'm a, "Hee-haw," wit' it

Don't wanna hear your shit 'cause you're pissin' me off, get lost

Wanna get lost in the fog? I wanna get hazed

Drivin' in the middle lane with Mary Jane, gettin' blazed

Got a problem with the South and how I's raised

Take one step closer to me, bitch, and you get tazed (damn)

Yo, it's not just a state, it's a state of mind

A heritage, a family, and traditions that have been passed down generation to generation

Coastal Carolina into the foothills and then so on to the Appalachians

NC to SC, I believe we are all just proud to be simply from the Carolinas

Here's to my state

Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang

Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train

Got THC swimin' in my veins

Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang

Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang

Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train

Got THC swimin' in my veins

Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang, ay