Yo I'm 'bout to spit somethin' crazy
Move over Carbi B, oww
Fuck
Yuh, let's go
Swingin' on the beat like a fuckin' animal
I got your friends that throw me hell, even your mother
I stay loyal to my friends, call all of them brothers
And we all on that beat, still flyer than others
And I don't wanna hear your shit talk (Shut up)
Stay chilin' with the big dogs (Big dogs)
Went from high school to big boss (Boss)
Everyday I'm hustlin', motherfuckin' Rick Ross
I'm just roarin' up I'm soarin' high up like a plane (Okay)
Back in them backwoods with a bag of Mary Jane
Lit like Bic with a muddy water stain
Yeah, damn Lawd baby you look like a sexy train
Fishin' holes, swimmin' hole, summer time, rollin' coal
Hangin with my buddies and they cuttin' I ain't spittin' Skoal
Gettin' to the money, long time, bitch we on a roll
Singin' music that I like with hella soul
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang
Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train
Got THC swimmin' in my veins
Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang
Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train
Got THC swimmin' in my veins
Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang
Got some corn mash while I make white lightnin'
Yeah, pull up to Sonic you see a couple kids fightin'
They don't know where I'm from, they ain't gettin' lightnin
Rather be in my mountains than a 5-star island
Exhaust fumes smokin' out the cab (Ooh)
Glove box full of blunt wraps (Shit)
Sleepin' on me then take a nap (Uh huh)
Passin' on y'all when it's a wrap (It's a wrap)
Click clack plow one shot, then you're down
Shootin' two-two-three rounds 'bout a hundred couple pounds
And you're tryna fuck with us you won't even hear a sound
Got some boys in the back and they runnin' ridge top hell
Smell the aroma, spray paint a Tacoma
I rock Diesel Gang apparel, don't wear Patagonia
Don't hang with me just see me alone, yeah
'Cause I'm lookin' for my bros that I can go and get stoned with
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang
Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train
Got THC swimmin' in my veins
Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang
Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train
Got THC swimmin' in my veins
Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang
Blue collar chick got press of rednecks
Slick trucks and bets
It's 828 to the death
Good green on my breath
Workin' hard, break a sweat
[?] dollars like a threat
Playin' chords like a champ
These bitches on my leash like a pet (Uh huh)
Haters in my town, they upset (Hey man)
Livin' my life, got no regrets (No)
Queen of this shit, I can't catch my breath
Cap forward Yee-Haw, ride the beat like a see-saw
Rappers can't swing games sorta like tee-ball
You're a "hee-haw," yes I'm a "hee-haw," with it
Don't wanna hear your shit 'cause your're pissin' me off, get lost
Wanna get lost in the fog I wanna get hazed
Driving in the middle lane with Mary Jane, gettin' blazed
Got a problem with the South and how I's raised
Take one step closer to me bitch and you get tazed (Damn)
It's not just a state, it's a state of mind. A heritage a family and traditions that have been passed down generation to generation. Coastal Carolina into the foothills and then so on to the Appalachians. NC to SC I believe we are all proud to be simply from the Carolinas. Here's to my state
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang
Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train
Got THC swimin' in my veins
Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang
Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train
Got THC swimin' in my veins
Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang
Ayy
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