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country boy shit - upchurch & bottleneck lyrics

[intro: upchurch & bottleneck]
yeah
yeah
church

[verse 1: upchurch]
b-tch i came up from this sh-t, shotgun layin’ right by the screen door (yeah)
alarm buzzin’ on my house, then my old lady know she gotta hit the floor
ain’t taking sh-t from you f-ckboys, i got tennesseean’s that make you get lost (yeah)
bottom by the river no bubbles dog, concrete feet like a sidewalk

[verse 2: upchurch]
if i get jammed up and i need a ride, i’m calling sampson any day or night
he’s rollin’ up in a el camino with a engine built for a drag night (yeah)
running 7 40s in a 8th mile with a pistol loaded, no driver’s license
and the game reserve come find me, city cop cars only two wheel drive (yeah)
with a crate of shine sittin’ in a truck, we get heat it up with a bic lighter
being crazy and with that created, it’s actually how i f-cking live player
a lot of country rappers really can’t hang ’cause i ain’t livin’ what they talk about
are you redneck and from the south, quit tryna convince me what you about
just tell it to the mic, show me on the road
you got bullsh-t runnin’ by the f-ckin’ load
i don’t believe a song you ever f-ckin’ sold
you used to be a gangster and now you never was
claimin’ you got shooters, keep it on the hush
you ain’t got no shooters, you can’t shoot a gun
you ain’t f-ckin’ hard, why you lyin’ son
everybody in here know where i’m from

[verse 3: bottleneck]
well i’ve been here on that country sh-t, that cracker sh-t, that redneck sh-t (yeah)
a lotta these boys done changed their way but i’m still in the woods just k!llin’ sh-t
still rap about some huntin’, muddin’, fishin’, drinkin’ country livin’
i see a bunch of f-ckboys in camo hats that’s never lived it
i see you got them jeans tucked with your skoal ring and that pinch of snuff
where i’m from deep in the cut that fake sh-t’ll get you f-cked up
take a wrong turn and run that mouth and it won’t be hard to find me
bring it son i do shoot guns, and i blend in with them pine trees
patrollin’ down these backroads, i keep these gun racks shakin’
get tracks in the dirt on a redneck’s turf and the buckshot keeps on sprayin’
don’t run up on these country boys that’s really on some country sh-t
leave your -ss in a ditch, take your boots and take your sh-t

[chorus: upchurch]
so don’t make no wrong turns that gps might not pick up
you might run up on some crackers that love crackin’ people’s skulls
it’s that country boy sh-t, yeah motherf-cker
country boy sh-t, yeah motherf-cker
make no wrong turns that gps might not pick up
you might run up on some crackers that love crackin’ people’s skulls
it’s that country boy sh-t, yeah motherf-cker
country boy sh-t, yeah motherf-cker
country boy sh-t, yeah motherf-cker
country boy sh-t, yeah motherf-cker

- upchurch bottleneck lyrics

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