Verse 1: Corbs
Born and raised near amish but I still make raps
Admit it to be honest we are country and trap
Rollin' down the streets in my tractor with the subs on the back
Blastin' rap beats wavin' american flags, ugh
Wake up in the morning to the rooster co*kadoodle
Hit the studio rumored that we'll drop a new one
Throw my overalls on when I'm bout do it
We over all y'all, music is a movement
The best country rapper in the game and I gotta prove it
Cowboy hat all day, my swag is confusing
Snapbacks on other days I'll snap ya back and tell ya hey
I'm down to party later but i'm bailing hay for acres
All day gettin' paper, what I'm really tryna say is that I'm a new breed
Straight country and trap I live by own my creed
That would be plans fall off of me like poop off the back of an armadillo
What is even sayin' on the real though?
Jus sayin' what we want
Cla**ic boys city, man you can't predict ‘em
Country and trap, this whole song is wack, country and trap
Chorus: Shields (Young Chub)
This is a trap chorus
But we not chorus boys
Selling our mixtape on the corner boys
Riding down the block with flannels and our boots boys
Got corn out the back
Yeah we Trap Country Boys
Verse: Shields (Young Chub)
You know we Trap and Country
Let me put it bluntly
Harvesting Rye
With the trap on our side
Just like the South
We like our food fried
We represent
TRAP PRIDE
The trap is the the spot
Mix of trap and country
Melting pot
We growing our corn
And planting our beans
We gotta farm
To fulfill our needs
The trap has our back
We are trap that's a fact
Got too much money to let go to waste
We spend it on food
We let our meat baste
Trap and country is our lives
Getting girls is the game
Basketball wives
Go to the garden
We even have chives
They say they want a country boy
Well that's me
They say they want a thug
Well that's me
We love the country we keep it green
Living out in the boondocks
No where to be seen
Ridin round in my Cummins with the Dubs
Yeah you know it's me
Young Chub