"C.A.B" lyrics
(feat. Jeremy Crews)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
Tell a bitch, tell a, tell a bitch
I won't never switch
Tell a bitch, tell a, tell a bitch
I'm forever lit
Tell that other bitch that I'm eatin' cheddar grits
God as my witness
'Bout some business is what you better get (Come on)
I raised up on redneck rhetoric
The good shot and bullshit I kept 'em separate
Took all the truth with me when I left the settlement
Heaven sent me, unknowingly into hell I went (Woo)
Here a hit
There a hit
Buddy where your hits?
High score, look up on the board, there it sits
I don't care if it was back in 1926
Shit, at least my hit exists
Hold up, let me reminisce
1990 on McCosh Mill Road
Either Lil' Brian was with me or he probably real close
We was shootin' BB guns
Knockin' out your windows
Problematic child? That's a 10-4, 10-4
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
[Jeremy Crews:]
Label me, C.A.B
Missouri down to Tennessee
Lookin' like a lick
Son came up like a quarter ki
5-7 to the 3, kick back like a canopy
Puffin' on a can of peas
Bossed up like I'm Hercules
Comin' live from the country
Down on [?]
Seem like every other week my neighbors need a new stove
How I made it this far?
Boy I guess you'll never know
Smellin' like some smoke
You can smell it in my holy clothes
Ever since that I was 6, son, I knew that I was chosen
Grew up ballin' on these dirt roads
Call me Derrick Rose
Achoo, guess you blow it
Blast like a runny nose
Breaker-breaker one nine, let me get a 10-4
Aye, redneck country raised
Hillbilly stay and blaze
'Bout a check, Willie Mays
I ain't talkin' Billy Ray
Old school, no [?]
Piss up in your Kool Aid
Said I wouldn't be shit
But every day's a new day
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
Tell a bitch, tell a, tell a bitch
I won't never switch
Tell a bitch, tell a, tell a bitch
I'm forever lit
Tell that other bitch that I'm eatin' cheddar grits
God as my witness
'Bout some business is what you better get (Come on)
I raised up on redneck rhetoric
The good shot and bullshit I kept 'em separate
Took all the truth with me when I left the settlement
Heaven sent me, unknowingly into hell I went (Woo)
Here a hit
There a hit
Buddy where your hits?
High score, look up on the board, there it sits
I don't care if it was back in 1926
Shit, at least my hit exists
Hold up, let me reminisce
1990 on McCosh Mill Road
Either Lil' Brian was with me or he probably real close
We was shootin' BB guns
Knockin' out your windows
Problematic child? That's a 10-4, 10-4
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
[Jeremy Crews:]
Label me, C.A.B
Missouri down to Tennessee
Lookin' like a lick
Son came up like a quarter ki
5-7 to the 3, kick back like a canopy
Puffin' on a can of peas
Bossed up like I'm Hercules
Comin' live from the country
Down on [?]
Seem like every other week my neighbors need a new stove
How I made it this far?
Boy I guess you'll never know
Smellin' like some smoke
You can smell it in my holy clothes
Ever since that I was 6, son, I knew that I was chosen
Grew up ballin' on these dirt roads
Call me Derrick Rose
Achoo, guess you blow it
Blast like a runny nose
Breaker-breaker one nine, let me get a 10-4
Aye, redneck country raised
Hillbilly stay and blaze
'Bout a check, Willie Mays
I ain't talkin' Billy Ray
Old school, no [?]
Piss up in your Kool Aid
Said I wouldn't be shit
But every day's a new day
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
