Upchurch, Mike Bama - Aww Shit lyrics

Ha, ha, ha, ha all I do is RHEC shit

I'm from the sticks motherfucker
Whatcha know about me?
Except for what you get to see
Up on your iPhone screen
I see people talkin' shit about how fake I am
While I'm fishin' y'all stay hooked
Up on my Instagram shit son I'm Dixie land
Get a fifth get tipsy man
Got a bunch of rednecks on my
Team from Kentucky and Alabam'
Colorado blowin' those
Cuttin' donuts on people's land
Hittin' those stop signs with my hot beer can
I'm the nitty gritty in Ashland City
It's itty bitty ammunition and titties
Rockin' rebel flag bikini's
Sunburnt to a crisp
Redneck up under my blue colar
I didn't think my ass would
Even leave my little hollar
Now I ain't to poorest kid in school
Stay droppin' all the biggest bucks
I'm talkin' old rappers I ain't
Talkin' 'bout that paper stuff
The only Cash I care about
Is a man named Johnny
And I'm standin' in a ring of fire
So keep your distance from me

Aw shit motherfucker I'm hoggin' up my lane
Cut from a different cloth we
Ain't even made the same
I'm a party all nighter
Truck stop fist fighter
With a jug full of gas and a Zippo lighter
Aw shit motherfucker I'm hoggin' up my lane
Cut from a different cloth we
Ain't even made the same
I'm a party all nighter
Truck stop fist fighter
With a jug full of gas and a Zippo lighter

Big truck, mud tires, moonshine and bonfires
'Couple twelve gauge shotties rolled
Up in barbed wire
If that's all you think the south
Is stop listenin' to lies
'Cause I think it's time for
These old boys to retire
Let the young guns kill it
I'm hotter than a skillet (yeah)
Throw your cap into the ring
Then I'm gonna peel it
You're old and I'm newer
I'm cold and you're sewer
You're a told what to do a
I'ma blow right through ya
I'm out here in the sticks
And I'm really raisin' hell
When my boy turned down your deal
Tell me how you felt
You wanna talk about me
Better keep it to yourself
'Cause my crew will pop off
Like a shotgun shell
We're goin' harder in the hollars
Then you've ever seen
Like a Pitbull Rottweiler drinkin' gasoline
Sugar in your gas tank, salt up in my grit's
All you country boy wannabes
Ain't ready for this

Aw shit motherfucker I'm hoggin' up my lane
Cut from a different cloth we
Ain't even made the same
I'm a party all nighter
Truck stop fist fighter
With a jug full of gas and a Zippo lighter
Aw shit motherfucker I'm hoggin' up my lane
Cut from a different cloth we
Ain't even made the same
I'm a party all nighter
Truck stop fist fighter
With a jug full of gas and a Zippo lighter