Upchurch - Redneck For Real lyrics

Let the BandPlay

Yeah they call me a cousin fucker
They got some shitty insults
Can't match me on the track because
I think they smokin' bath salts
Just layin' on that asphalt looking
Dingy and cracked out
This guy keep whistlin' Dixie
I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap
That is evident
I fuck around and get high and
Release a album by accident
The more shit I put out
The more haters become irrelevant
I'm spittin' fuckin' flames and don't need
Kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in a lane
I'm startin' to build islands
Won't you come venture in my jungle
Where I hang out with primates
And I ain't even went hard 'cause
Ain't nobody made me irate
My voltage at a 3
Don't make me crank it to a high 8
Pissin' off my competition but you won't
Hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me unless
Their fanbase is a million
I spit 45 rounds up in my sleep
Got bullet holes up in my ceilin'
My pillow soaked in black 'cause
My saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah, I could be at your feet
And you wouldn't even fuckin' know 'cause
You don't play in the creek, son

All I hear is some songs
About trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you
Ain't got in real life
I hear ya blowin' black smoke but
You don't even own a diesel
I hear you're country as they come but
You ain't hangin' with my peeps
So put your camouflage on
Take a picture with some wheels
Act like you're workin' hard when
You ain't even got deals
And don't ask me for a feature
We do it different in the hills
Yeah, we some rednecks for real
(We some rednecks for real
We some rednecks for real)
(yeah, we some rednecks for real
We some rednecks for real
We some rednecks for real)

Man I looked up to artists that
Turned out to be some jokes
That's why I'm high strung like a
Two-stroke with a pulled out choke
Yeah wing-wing on that Yamaha
Chromed out eleven hundred
So many punchlines on my album my
Front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames need
To purchase fuckin' Solarcaine
I'll burn you like a drug
Hank Hill tryin' to sell
Your ass some propane
I'm dumpin' stolen coal through
These swampy southern states
Haulin' ten tons of ass in
This fuckin' Church train
Blowin' smoke through the sky yeah
Baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their
Numbers don't climb
'Cause I won't ever say their name even
If they tried to pay me
I'm a pro at this shit these guys
Sound like they still in trainin'
Ain't got no limit
Ain't half of the shit they're sayin'
And people wonder why I jump in
The pit and stay slayin'

All I hear is some songs
About trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you
Ain't got in real life
I hear ya blowin' black smoke but
You don't even own a diesel
I hear you're country as they come but
You ain't hangin' with my peeps
So put your camouflage on
Take a picture with some wheels
Act like you're workin' hard when
You ain't even got deals
And don't ask me for a feature
We do it different in the hills
Yeah, we some rednecks for real
(We some rednecks for real
We some rednecks for real)
(yeah, we some rednecks for real
We some rednecks for real
We some rednecks for real)
(We some rednecks for real)