Boys City - Country lyrics

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