Demun Jones, Adam Calhoun - Whiskey Fiddle lyrics
[Demun Jones, Adam Calhoun - Whiskey Fiddle lyrics]
Hey we used to
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I get it you're so tough and stuff
Big ol' pickup trucks and huntin' bucks
I'll bet you a hundred bucks
I ran out of fucks
And you ain't good at fightin' so
You learned how to duck run tuck and tell it
Ain't ever fuckin' fail
I don't give a fuck about Yale
I grew up tough as nails
I ain't worried about bail I
Got money by the bales
And I ain't talkin' 'bout hay
I'm talkin' 'bout sales
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit unless
You talkin' 'bout me
Come say it to my face
You gonna talk without teeth
Oh me oh my made his old lady lie
Made his old dog die seen that old boy cry
Yeah Bubba shit's about to get ugly
I'm old school but the new school love me
Two lanes run with me or from me
Don't gamble with your life boy
You ain't that lucky
I ain't what you used to
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
Pickin' and grinnin' steadily winnin'
I ain't surprised I had what
It took from the beginnin'
I was full speed runnin' them
Over makein' fools bleed
Trainin' rookies for the big leagues indeed
Man I hope you have fantasy points
I'm offensively dangerous when I'm
Bangin' these joints
Bases loaded and a full count, oww
You gotta pitch to me now
I'm knockin' that shit out
Callin' my shot
I drop a hundred videos all of them hot
A-Cal asked coulda I said "boy stop"
It'd be my pleasure to cook it up on hot
I bridge a gap from the mud
To them hicks up top
'Till the whole maps covered I shit you not
I'll be sittin' on green for
The beat to drop indian style, haha
I ain't what you used to
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I get it you're so tough and stuff
Big ol' pickup trucks and huntin' bucks
I'll bet you a hundred bucks
I ran out of fucks
And you ain't good at fightin' so
You learned how to duck run tuck and tell it
Ain't ever fuckin' fail
I don't give a fuck about Yale
I grew up tough as nails
I ain't worried about bail I
Got money by the bales
And I ain't talkin' 'bout hay
I'm talkin' 'bout sales
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit unless
You talkin' 'bout me
Come say it to my face
You gonna talk without teeth
Oh me oh my made his old lady lie
Made his old dog die seen that old boy cry
Yeah Bubba shit's about to get ugly
I'm old school but the new school love me
Two lanes run with me or from me
Don't gamble with your life boy
You ain't that lucky
I ain't what you used to
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
Pickin' and grinnin' steadily winnin'
I ain't surprised I had what
It took from the beginnin'
I was full speed runnin' them
Over makein' fools bleed
Trainin' rookies for the big leagues indeed
Man I hope you have fantasy points
I'm offensively dangerous when I'm
Bangin' these joints
Bases loaded and a full count, oww
You gotta pitch to me now
I'm knockin' that shit out
Callin' my shot
I drop a hundred videos all of them hot
A-Cal asked coulda I said "boy stop"
It'd be my pleasure to cook it up on hot
I bridge a gap from the mud
To them hicks up top
'Till the whole maps covered I shit you not
I'll be sittin' on green for
The beat to drop indian style, haha
I ain't what you used to
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out