Rappin

Yeah

Uh-huh

Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, yeah

Ha

Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting (drip)

Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes (no)

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (yeah-yeah)

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping

Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing

Whole block rocking 'cause the bass stay blasting

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (rapping)

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (rapping)

Big cracker, I don't need back up

One quick slap leave him more than a fracture

Never went to school, couldn't put me in a frat

'Cause I ain't tell lies, bitch, I ain't no capper (capper)

Hopeless, yard full of broke shit

Dog on the front porch skinny looking dope sick

I'm a light 'em up, get cracked like a glow stick

Gotta stand ten toes, chest out, boat sick

Now welcome to my double wide, .45 for uninvited

You ain't walking out this motherfucker if you come inside it

Better catch a knot to the head, have 'em tongue-tied

And get a smackdown, even on a Monday night

We be in the sticks, thick, waiting in the truck

Your career stays stuck like you're playing in the mud (stuck, mud)

Your prom date parched, they just waiting for the punch

Maybe you should duck 'cause you ain't saying much, Murph (duck)

Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting (drip)

Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (yeah-yeah)

Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing

Whole block rocking 'cause the bass stay blasting

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (rapping)

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (rapping)

You can say a lot but you're not country rapping (nah)

About to break the locks, we some country rap-bats

Cream of the crop, now you're just a has-been

I'm praying for my ops, now they laying in the casket

No parking in my spot, this a tow-away zone

Never signed shit, had to get it on my own (no)

So it's cheers to all the wins, I remember all the lows (ha-ha)

Now I never know the time 'cause my watch is always frozen (ha)

I'm a real big stepper, these ain't size 12 (Murph)

And I'm all about my green like a Bocce ball (ha)

I can make a million dollars from what I sell

Big Murph, big weight, and you a tri-scale

Yeah, my car got horses like a Clydesdale

Offsets burn rubber when I high tail

And this pistol in my lap shoot shots like Craps

But believe that I gotta keep that iron still

Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting (drip)

Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (yeah-yeah)

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping

Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing

Whole block rocking 'cause the bass stay blasting

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (you rapping)

You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (you rapping)