Yz (Remix) Lyrics – Upchurch ft. Boosie Badazz

Yz (Remix) Lyrics by Upchurch ft. Boosie Badazz is the latest English song from the album “People’s Champ”. Yz (Remix) lyrics are written by Upchurch while the song is produced by Thomas Toner.

Yz (Remix) Lyrics

Yz (Remix) Track Info:

Song: Yz (Remix)
Album: People’s Champ
Singer: Upchurch ft. Boosie Badazz
Produce by: Thomas Toner
Lyrics: Upchurch

Yz (Remix) Lyrics

Ayy
Church
Up-motherfuckin’-church
Creek squad

You can’t ride in my Range Rover
You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
You can’t come to my crib, joker
Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord (Church)

Still can’t ride with me, but now it’s different, I ain’t driving
In the back seat of my Phantom with the curtain down and vibing
On my country boy shit, some things don’t never change
That’s why I walk around the ‘Ville with a pistol rocking these chains, cuz
Ain’t no country singers dangerous
Locals never change up
Grimy from the jump, can’t make a volunteer go bankrupt
Rockstar of the holler, can’t move me with dots or commas
Untouchable to ones who never had to bust ass for dollars
I don’t care what you on, I don’t care what you got
All I care is if you ’bout it and if you the type to be bought
Won’t catch me around no people dressing up for television
When I put on something snazzy, I’m shooting birds or these bitches
Church

You can’t ride in my Range Rover
You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
You can’t come to my crib, joker
Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord

Gettin’ money, all hundreds, all I know is gettin’ money
Rubber band bands ’round my band, I gotta have that money
Big fine, top of the line, yeah, that’s how I like my women
Love to shake her ass in the club, Louisiana country
You know we gon’ show out when we go out, well turn this bitch up then (Turn up)
You ain’t gotta pay for shit, we lit, and bring your friend
Big tall racks, trucks all black, money team
White, brown, black, I don’t see none of that, all I see is green
If you my dog, you could smoke weed in my house, nigga
Go up in the backyard and fuck with the dogs, nigga
Wanna shoot some dice, I’m gon’ go get Tootie Raww, nigga
Boosie pictures on the wall, my floors like bowling balls, nigga

You can’t ride in my Range Rover
You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
You can’t come to my crib, joker
Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord

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