Coastin Lyrics
| Song | Coastin |
| Artist | Demun Jones & Upchurch |
| Album | The Oven |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ryan Upchurch/Demun Jones | |
| 作曲 : Ryan Upchurch/Demun Jones | |
| [Intro] | |
| Yup yup yup | |
| Uh | |
| 367 miles | |
| [Verse 1: Demun Jones] | |
| I'm from that mid state, GA Jones county 478 | |
| 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) | |
| [Chorus: 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 | |
| [Verse 2: Upchurch] | |
| Dirty dirty Cheatham County made yet dog I'm proud of that | |
| Been reppin' on that muddy shit since the first day I started rappin' | |
| 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 camouflage that bitch and make my rap name ****in' Uncle Sam | |
| Gotta army of them redneck boys call them our confederates | |
| Rollin' in the rust bucket with a big gun and a slick tongue | |
| A hick hittin' a lick on 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 mother****in' 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 finna 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 | |
| [Chorus: 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 | |
| Haha, haha, haha, haha |
| zuo ci : Ryan Upchurch Demun Jones | |
| zuo qu : Ryan Upchurch Demun Jones | |
| Intro | |
| Yup yup yup | |
| Uh | |
| 367 miles | |
| Verse 1: Demun Jones | |
| I' m from that mid state, GA Jones county 478 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: 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 | |
| Verse 2: Upchurch | |
| Dirty dirty Cheatham County made yet dog I' m proud of that | |
| Been reppin' on that muddy shit since the first day I started rappin' | |
| 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 camouflage that bitch and make my rap name in' Uncle Sam | |
| Gotta army of them redneck boys call them our confederates | |
| Rollin' in the rust bucket with a big gun and a slick tongue | |
| A hick hittin' a lick on 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 mother in' 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 finna 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 | |
| Chorus: 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 | |
| Haha, haha, haha, haha |
| zuò cí : Ryan Upchurch Demun Jones | |
| zuò qǔ : Ryan Upchurch Demun Jones | |
| Intro | |
| Yup yup yup | |
| Uh | |
| 367 miles | |
| Verse 1: Demun Jones | |
| I' m from that mid state, GA Jones county 478 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: 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 | |
| Verse 2: Upchurch | |
| Dirty dirty Cheatham County made yet dog I' m proud of that | |
| Been reppin' on that muddy shit since the first day I started rappin' | |
| 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 camouflage that bitch and make my rap name in' Uncle Sam | |
| Gotta army of them redneck boys call them our confederates | |
| Rollin' in the rust bucket with a big gun and a slick tongue | |
| A hick hittin' a lick on 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 mother in' 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 finna 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 | |
| Chorus: 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 | |
| Haha, haha, haha, haha |
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