"COUNTRY'ish" lyrics
SMO Lyrics
(feat. Hugh Glass)
(Rapping like I'm [?]
[?] watch my son eat off this
Me and SMO smoking fresh harvest
In the sticks, on a three month trip, I'm) uh
Rapping like I'm [?]
[?] watch my son eat off this
Me and SMO smoking fresh harvest
In the sticks, on a three month trip, I'm
Rolling and smoking and choking on spliffs
Bumping old Willie Nelson like, "Whoa, this my shit"
This that new Johnny Cash with a way fatter dick
This the younger John Wayne with a way badder bitch
And that pistol don't act right, it bang from the hip
Came to fuck the rap game and put on for my kid
Came to put on my momma and then take care of my friends
Came to switch my whole genre, they can't box me in
All of my homies grow fire shit
We just sit back, smoke the finest shit
Life of that party, I keep it lit
Me and my folk on that country shit
Yeah, call me the CannaKing
Out here, doing canna [?]
And the [?] with some [?]
Best believe that I know my chemistry (that's right)
Only get down with the illest (illest)
In the road, yeah I'm the chillest (chill)
Eat a bag of mushroom with the beat
Just to kick back and really feel it
Sooner while I'm out zigzagging
Forty-five and my pants sagging
I ain't bragging, don't mean to boast
But I spit flames like a lit dragon
Fine dust in the backwoods
Pine forest with the baked goods
Greenhouse with enough pounds
For the small towns and the trap hoods
Give it up, y'all stop
I'm feeling sick but I'm really not
Coughing up these moon rocks
And my face masked like an astronaut
Drop hits like a bad habit
Eat vegan so I can't stand it
Ain't no beet for my plate
I came for the fat cabbage (money)
[?] got 'em all tripping
Oklahoma printed on my ticket
Bringing Tennessee dreams to my kinfolk
With a brand new rib though (that's right)
Take it all but who's giving?
Truth for your country living
You can get in an alliance with our rhymes
'Cause you know I'm really spitting
All of my homies grow fire shit
We just sit back, smoke the finest shit
Life of that party, I keep it lit
Me and my folk on that country shit
(Yeah, call me the [?] king
Out here, doing [?])
Me and my folk on that country shit
Country shit
[?] watch my son eat off this
Me and SMO smoking fresh harvest
In the sticks, on a three month trip, I'm) uh
Rapping like I'm [?]
[?] watch my son eat off this
Me and SMO smoking fresh harvest
In the sticks, on a three month trip, I'm
Rolling and smoking and choking on spliffs
Bumping old Willie Nelson like, "Whoa, this my shit"
This that new Johnny Cash with a way fatter dick
This the younger John Wayne with a way badder bitch
And that pistol don't act right, it bang from the hip
Came to fuck the rap game and put on for my kid
Came to put on my momma and then take care of my friends
Came to switch my whole genre, they can't box me in
All of my homies grow fire shit
We just sit back, smoke the finest shit
Life of that party, I keep it lit
Me and my folk on that country shit
Yeah, call me the CannaKing
Out here, doing canna [?]
And the [?] with some [?]
Best believe that I know my chemistry (that's right)
Only get down with the illest (illest)
In the road, yeah I'm the chillest (chill)
Eat a bag of mushroom with the beat
Just to kick back and really feel it
Sooner while I'm out zigzagging
Forty-five and my pants sagging
I ain't bragging, don't mean to boast
But I spit flames like a lit dragon
Fine dust in the backwoods
Pine forest with the baked goods
Greenhouse with enough pounds
For the small towns and the trap hoods
Give it up, y'all stop
I'm feeling sick but I'm really not
Coughing up these moon rocks
And my face masked like an astronaut
Drop hits like a bad habit
Eat vegan so I can't stand it
Ain't no beet for my plate
I came for the fat cabbage (money)
[?] got 'em all tripping
Oklahoma printed on my ticket
Bringing Tennessee dreams to my kinfolk
With a brand new rib though (that's right)
Take it all but who's giving?
Truth for your country living
You can get in an alliance with our rhymes
'Cause you know I'm really spitting
All of my homies grow fire shit
We just sit back, smoke the finest shit
Life of that party, I keep it lit
Me and my folk on that country shit
(Yeah, call me the [?] king
Out here, doing [?])
Me and my folk on that country shit
Country shit
