Текст Demun Jones – Coastin
Текст:
Yup Yup Yup
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367 miles
Demun Jones:
Yeah you know you heard about me boy I can’t wait
To see the look on all the faces
When we take it out of the oven and fix them all a plate
Man I see your subtle insult post it on your IG
You know where I’m from buddy it ain’t hard to find me
But bring a lunch box, trapper keeper to take notes
Big pack of pens and enough ink to flow
And I’m laying down the script just speak slow and clear
Knock an album out in one day and get paid for many years (haha)
And I spend it all on real estate now I know my kids are straight
Rent check calculate educate educate
Revenue stream heavily stocked and I got the bait
Tackle box full of line backers and bullets
Holy bible Desert Eagle and the balls to pull it
You heard you heard (yeah you heard)
Upchurch:
Dark from no street lights dog, you can catch me coastin’
Swayin’ through them fall leaves, got my tires a smokin’
Raised up from the other side, that’s why I slay opponents
We hoggin’ up this whole lane, you know we got that dope shit
From no street lights dog, you can catch me coastin’
Swayin’ through them fall leaves, got my tires a smokin’
Raised up from the other side, that’s why I slay opponents
We hoggin’ up this whole lane, you know we got that dope shit
Dirty dirty Cheatham County made yet dog I’m proud of that
Through them honeysuckles in my sleep beside my yellow lab
Came up from them one lane roads and now I’m whippin’ yellow Lams
I’m camouflage that bitch and make my rap name fuckin’ Uncle Sam
Gotta army of them redneck boys call them all confederates
Rollin’ in the rust bucket with a big gun and a slick tongue
A hick hittin’ a lick on a a kick drum, shit son
I tell him how it is come get some
I get that boom shoot first and ask none
Take caution I stay flossin’ straight coughin’
I got the gas like a motherfuckin’ exhaust fume
And I don’t take L’s you can have those back
Yo me and Demun gonna flex like a body builder supposed to
I ain’t got to flex but I know I’m fiddin’ to post to
IG that track a body if you want to
We stay slayin’ tracks Tony Stewart of the pro tools
Anybody else bitch please y’all old news
Dark from no street lights dog, you can catch me coastin’
Swayin’ through them fall leaves, got my tires a smokin’
Raised up from the other side, that’s why I slay opponents
We hoggin’ up this whole lane, you know we got that dope shit
From no street lights dog, you can catch me coastin’
Swayin’ through them fall leaves, got my tires a smokin’
Raised up from the other side, that’s why I slay opponents
We hoggin’ up this whole lane, you know we got that dope shit
Haha, haha, haha, haha
