Upchurch - REDCOAT lyrics

Church ooh-wee
Ha ha haha

Rebel flags on every single whip I got
All the glove boxes got
Berettas with the safety off
Got the Range Rover trailin' 'cause
My streamin' number's crazy
Sold out shows but Coronavirus hate me
I'm tryna travel these states like a
Cowboy baby
Tryna be the Charlie Daniels of the
Rap game maybe
A country boy, I'll always survive
I've made it through racism riots
And a internet lies
And here I am 2020 straight claimin' my space
And my numbers ain't dropped even
With all the bass
And I ain't scared of nobody
If your numbers low sorry
I ain't your pussy record label
With the contract doctored
I'm a walkin' weapon don't go
Oversteppin' in my section
Every line is demolition don't end
Up the one I'm RHEC'n
I reckon I'm a little reckless with the pen
(Yup) sometimes I stab my own fingers
With the pointy end, on accident
Came in the game like Huckleberry Finn
Runnin' shit barefoot, I got hella tough skin
Ayy, and I got hella tough Skins
Rollin' deep
We might camouflage a new Mercedes Benz
Just depends on how I'm feelin' when
I wake up in the sticks
Today I feel like tellin' hip hop that
I ain't scared of the shit
Got Confederate Flag wrap across
My Lamborghini bitch
This is what a redneck millionaire is
Beer bottles on me and my weed I'ma share it
Take my daughter to school in
A jacked up new McLaren we them holler boys
Tell your bitch to holler boys
We can't hear you holler through
All this high dollar noise
Flexin' on the game rockin'
Dollar General cut-offs
I can't make you none of these dollars
I'm the sergeant you get cut off
And these labels try to clone me
But the artists are some spin-offs
I'ma strangle the game and hit the
Sink and wash the blood off
Yeah, I live behind a gate
In a ranch style estate
Dirty Elvis cruisin' in a Fleetmaster '58
All my haters gettin' ate
Like a Salisbury steak
And I come out on my porch
In boxers grippin' two AK's
Fuck naw I ain't a gangster I'm
A honky with some flavor
Livin' in a sketchy world with no
Sense and no fear of danger
Motherfucker what's good
I'll be in the woods
Spray paintin' somethin' square with
A big Cowl hood you can come and get it
Come and get it, son, pow pow
I be chiefin' on a tree
Like Cherokee and pow wow
They tell me I'ma die and I
Really need to slow down
But I still got that tread and I
Ain't see no yellow flag out
Approach me with caution the country
Rap king is flossin'
My streamin' is beamin' and all my
Creeker skins are some bosses
And I don't take any L's so
I can't spell you no losses
The rappers comin' at me choke on
Exhaust and and look hella exhausted
Too many plaques on my wall for
Me to care about a diss
Too many independent hit's for me
To care about the biz
Too many acres at the crib for
Me to hear what they talkin'
I'm too busy poppin' wheelies on my Yamaha
Partner southside rattlesnake laid across
The barnyard sheddin' all the stress and the
Diamonds on my back large
Told me I wouldn't go far
Now I got the foreign cars
Puttin' memorabilia of America as
My paint job
Gimme my redcoat and some balls for my musket
I don't wanna be civil
I want war with you pussies
'Cause I'm sick of the jokes
Sayin' that I don't belong
I do it for the country boys
Stay the fuck off my lawn church