Letras
Country for life!
Yeah! It's going down!
Your boy Young Gunner
My homies Hard Target!
Let's go!
Riddin' on them 44's
They don't understand me
Camoed out from head to toe
They don't understand me
Sippin' China up in my zone
They don't understand me
Yeah, I get my country on
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
First off, get your shit straight
I do not support this racism (nah)
Got some black best friends down the road on the hill
And you'll probably see me with them
And these people want to talk
Saying, "Gunner, how you rap
Then you claim to be a damn ol' redneck?"
Well, them haters wanna talk trash
But I ain't seen a damn one step a foot up on my land yet!
What you know about a country boy in a bando?
Camoed head to toe like Rambo
Keep the gun loaded with a house full of ammo
Picking out these haters like strings on a banjo
I run shit, I am Commando
No life, bitch, head of the Rancho
Rednecks wearing camo with flannel
Don't like it, then you better change the channel
I keep it country with these mud grips just to cruise in
I let my windows down and jam out my rap music
I'm talking T.I. and Jeezy
That shit that keeps you moving
My speakers, quakin', and shaking, that beer up in my coozie
Riddin' on them 44's
They don't understand me
Camoed out from head to toe
They don't understand me
Sippin' China up in my zone
They don't understand me
Yeah, I get my country on
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
I do solemnly swear that to the best of my ability
I will be the voice for every single person feeling me
In my country, in my rap, I don't know, y'all killin' me
I just got bars like correctional facilities
Backwoods down south, small town potty-mouth
Biggie Smalls, Johnny Cash
That's the shit I rhyme about
Pull up, pile out, prank that, wild out
We all about them sub like we work inside a firehouse
I can smell the jealousy
Your actions speak louder, no need for telling me
Does the envy us?
Complexion is seen to be developing
Because you're turning green in this bitch like Celery
We drink heavily, mop them phetamines
These hillbillies in the hills of Beverly
Can I take a ride in your daddy's Lambo, oh, oh
I'm a goner like Gunna, they ain't catchin' me
Hip-hop recipe, I'm the main ingredient
Remember when you didn't fuck with me?
You was an idiot
So try to categorize while I capitalize
And show you why it don't matter
If you say you ain't feeling this, bitch!
Keep it, 'cause you don't understand me
So try to categorize while I capitalize
And show you why it don't matter
If you say you ain't feeling this, bitch!
Riddin' on them 44's
They don't understand me
Camoed out from head to toe
They don't understand me
Sippin' China up in my zone
They don't understand me
Yeah, I get my country on
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
Do I talk with a slur or do I walk with a limp?
Or maybe it's the way that I move through
Or maybe it's the fact that I don't blend in
With that bullshit that you're all used to
I ain't here to make friends, try to shake your hands
I'm here to piss in the bowl of your Fruit Loops
While I videotape me embarrassing you
And then I throw that motherfucker on YouTube
Let a bitch know, I am one not to fuck with
Now don't give a damn how big your truck is
You'll find yourself stuck in a mud you love, bitch
Got a lift kit, watch it lift shit when the slug hit
You don't want to go to war with a beast
Put your head up in a table, bet it's more than a feast
I'm a rhino, hotter than albino
Sitting in the sun, getting bored from the heat
You can try your luck when the nine go
Just buy no crush, I rely on your mug
Get my dick sucked while I parachute with your bitch
'Cause I don't give a flying fuck
But I gotta fold your mouth
That your mom and dad are not in love
But this is country rap, I don't think we're supposed to, 'cause
But Hank Williams taught me to sober up
And Johnny Cash said "Y'all go fuck yourself" (damn)
Riddin' on them 44's
They don't understand me
Camoed out from head to toe
They don't understand me
Sippin' China up in my zone
They don't understand me
Yeah, I get my country on
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
They don't understand me