(Okay)
Creek, squad
Yeah, smoked out with my clique
You ain’t f**ing with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit
And I got a fifth of their burning blue sh**
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no
[?] doubting this b**h
And we keep a spliff with a couple standard clips
For them motherf**ing snitches who be always running lips
And I got a fifth of their burning blue sh**
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no
[?] doubting this b**h
Everybody hating now, rappers trying to act like me
Six months ago they’s dissing, now they play dress-up like Halloween
Saying they be riding high when really they drive mama’s car
And I drive what I want ’cause I’m the realest redneck superstar
Scottsdale candy painted Cadillac sitting on the ground
[?] I got them spider webs ’cause sh** I’m always out of time
And I stay booking shows like Dime, signing play on MTV
But b**h I’m independent, drop the T and add a C and E
American black wagon, till it’s ripped up on the colors
I got cameras on my house and every gun I got is loaded
They say, “Enjoy your 15 seconds,” but it’s been about 6000 hours
R.H.E.C. motherf**er, I’m the man with all the power
Yeah, smoked out with my clique
You ain’t f**ing with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit
And I got a fifth of their burning blue sh**
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no
[?] doubting this b**h
And we keep a spliff with a couple standard clips
For them motherf**ing snitches who be always running lips
And I got a fifth of their burning blue sh**
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no
[?] doubting this b**h
Ain’t no
[?] doubting this b**h ’cause I drift while I hit the
[?]
Ain’t no telling where I been, but I tell ya how I live
MTG Pine Creek, to the haters rest in peace
And I got that M16 for anybody trying to be
[?] cut my feathers since that crackle youngun
Living in the expedition, always trying to murder something
Dope as hell like an old trail, f** 20 b**hes don’t kiss and tell
These hollow points won’t take
[?] and I’ll send them out to your body pal
[?]
Cliqued up like AK, straight blowing up like hand grenade
This other rap sh** go together like white lining and Gatorade
I don’t give a f** ’bout what the haters say, we stay and turn like every day
We smoked out and we elevators, we wrecked the world and we celebrate
Yeah, smoked out with my clique
You ain’t f**ing with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit
And I got a fifth of their burning blue sh**
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no
[?] doubting this b**h
And we keep a spliff with a couple standard clips
For them motherf**ing snitches who be always running lips
And I got a fifth of their burning blue sh**
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no
[?] doubting this b**h