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Carolina Sqwat

 

Carolina Sqwat


Look at my truck (It looks like it's broke)
Nah, it ain't fucked up (What the hell?)
Everybody's doing this (Nobody's doing that, Jesus)
Dagburn, ur-ur-ur-ur-ur

It's hard to see stuff over my dash (What is that?)
But I'm getting way too much hometown ass
Thirty air fresheners, I'm gagging in here
Every scent from last year on my rearview mirror
Yeah, I park at Food Lion, rev my truck up at strangers
I look like Billy Ray Cyrus snorted a line of danger
Wheel lights so bright you'd think my rig was uranium
Big mullet dangling off my Alabama cranium
My truck is like a female at a big field party (Hey girl)
Squatted in the bushes and retarded looking prolly
Dagburn, tell a hater, "Wait your turn"
I don't like Whistlin Diesel, he tore up my dream truck
John Gobby in the lobby, pulling up in frog squatty
Cops said, "What you looking at?" I said, "Not an astronauty"
Constellation in my window, Bob Lazar would like it prolly
So many tickets for my tint, John Cena's on my license

Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
No A/C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
No A/C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox

I don't care what my dad says, my truck ain't broke (It's not)
Facebook Marketplace, one grand O-B-O (O-B-O)
I got the mirrors with the tows
So I could pull a tractor like a Luke Bryan song
Sumabitch, get the nuts on the hitch, CB antennae
That's for looks, not hooked up to shit, but don't tell nobody
That's a secret
Like the spot I took a picture last week with my truck, down in the creek bed

Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
No A/C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
No A/C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox

On the highway, I can't go over seventy-five
Why? A country boy's tryna stay the fuck alive
Last time I did, it was jerking side to side
And the chick riding with me said, "I think I'm gon' die"
My truck turns her off and on, shitty McDonald's wifi
Painted all the vents, the smell inside gets you high
Carolina Sqwat, Instagram on the back glass
Thanks to Whistlin Diesel, with traffic I get backlash

Gobby
It's your fault, Whistlin Diesel, I'm filing a charge on you

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