CAROLINA ft. Stafford Beats Lyrics

I'm in Carolina

Might as well see the family

Hit a producer while I'm at it

Fuck it, it's a Saturday

Woke up this morning

And studied my girls anatomy

I'd tell you more about it

I ain't tryna have her mad at me

You feel the knock in this

East coast kicking bass

Slicker than the Basilisk

Harry with the wand

So you should never be an optimist

I stay inside the booth

Just waiting for another op to miss

Daddy told me bring a bag back to VA

So I hit Bill for the dogs

And told him keep all the change

Billy grinning like it's

Like it's Christmas Day

I'm about to go to church just for some nostalgia

Granny put her hands on me

If I say damn on a Sunday

Barely able to keep my mouth shut

But I can wait 'til Monday

First forty-eight an instrumental

You hear this shit thumping

Play this at the club'

And everybody shaking damn dumpies

Yeah, I'm a rapper

A no capper

A gig snatcher

A cheek clapper

A little shake

And a bend backwards

A look backer

A little laughter

I saw your boo

I had to up dap her

Toe tapping

To the wave that I'm on now

Water choppy

But you bet I bend it

Like I'm Aang now

Ripping rappers

Like they're mid hits off a bong now

Vinegar based barbeque beats

Look, cmon now

The beard getting thicker

It's all that wisdom ain't it

Three years ago

They ain't get the picture

I had to paint it

Baby like the way I slide on tracks

They say congratulations

Forty year old freshman

Motherfucker, I just graduated

They heard the beat

They thought that Chan was getting deep again

Deep again, nope

I'm in the deepest end

Like Phelps

Backstroking on the beat again

High as fuck

And everybody's

All up on my meat again

Get the cleaver

That's my little friend