Upchurch - Redneck For Real lyrics

(Let the band play) Yeah they call me a cousin f**er they got some sh**ty insults Can’t match me on a track because I think they smoking bath salts Just laying on that a** while looking dingy and cracked out These [?] whistling Dixie, I run it in the south sh** I’m the Connor McGregor of country rap that is evident I f** around and get high and release a album by accident The more sh** I put out the more haters become irrelevant I’m spitting f**ing flames and don’t need kerosene to make it lit sh** I ain’t even in LA and I’m starting to build island One true convincer in my jungle where I hang out with [?] And I ain’t even went hard ’cause ain’t nobody made outrate My voltage at a 3, don’t make it crank high 8 Pissing off my competition but you won’t hear me go diss ’em ‘Cause it ain’t gon’ benefit me unless their fanbase is a million I spit .45 rounds up in my sleeve got [?] up in my [?] My pillow soaked in black as my saliva’s diamondback venom Yeah I could be at your feet And you wouldn’t even f**ing know ’cause you all playing the creep, son All I hear is some songs about trucks y’all don’t drive With some verses ’bout hot girls you ain’t got in real life I hear ya blowing black smoke but you don’t even own a diesel I hear you’re country as they come but you ain’t hanging with my people So put your camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels Act like you’re working hard when you ain’t even got deals And don’t ask me for a feature, we do it different in the hills Yeah, we some rednecks for real Man I looked up to artists that turned out to be some jokes That’s why I’m high strung like a two-stroke with a put out choke Yeah wing-wing on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 [?] So many punchlines on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho Anybody who wants these flames need to purchase f**ing solar [?] I’ll burn you like a drug [?] trying to sell your a** some propane I’m dumping stolen coal through these swampy southern states Hauling ten tonnes of a** in this f**ing Church train Blowing smoke through the sky yeah baby I’m that guy Calling motherf**ers out but their numbers don’t climb ‘Cause I won’t ever say their name even if they try to bait me I’m a pro with this sh** these guys sound like they still in training Ain’t got no living, ain’t half of the sh** they’re sh** And people wonder why I jump in the pits, stay slaying All I hear is some songs about trucks y’all don’t drive With some verses ’bout hot girls you ain’t got in real life I hear ya blowing black smoke but you don’t even own a diesel I hear you’re country as they come but you ain’t hanging with my people So put your camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels Act like you’re working hard when you ain’t even got deals And don’t ask me for a feature, we do it different in the hills Yeah, we some rednecks for real