Upchurch - Ringer (Freestyle) lyrics
[Upchurch - Ringer Freestyle lyrics]
Ahh, ey, there's a fire church
Brbrbrbrbrda
Eh, Machine Gun Kelly and Slim Shady
Got me wantin' to fuck shit up
And make a country rap, baby
So, let me start this off with a fuck y'all
Y'all pay me
I ain't doin' no features for you bitches
Y'all lazy yeah, you wantin' me to
Keep you're name afloat
Like the lifeguard I'm not gonna be, bitch
I be in the woods, y'all playin' me
Even when it's not fuckin' Halloween
'Cause my spotlight bulbs got halogens
I'm a A-1 performer like Kaepernick
Go for this hail mary, I'll toss the shit
To the endzone behind me 'cause
I'm a fuckin' prick (Ayy)
So, you gotta backtrack like
The tracks you spit
Yeah, Bud Light, mud trucks, boots and spit
So cottonmouth y'alls saliva don't even exist
Y'all about as much as rappers as
The outside of a tootsie stick
I ain't takin' L's I'm just throwin' dicks
No Tony homo, you can catch my balls
That's if you insecure country rappers sayin'
Yeah, I'm country, can't run that far
I'm the king of the fuckin' country (yeah)
I'm, I'm the boss of the fuckin' sticks
(yeah)
You a cardio workout, only two minute songs
Same size as your career with a TV show
Bitch shit talkin' me, sayin' I need God
It's dog
I'm flyer than a plane with fifty pilots
Every beat I kill it then I go deep fry it
Still hold that six pack so
The bitches like it (Correct)
And I know you want me dead
So you could sell a album
Checkin' on my Instagram every hour
Like damn I hate this dude, god
He's such a faggot
Why they think he dope, fame why he have it
Damn his music sucks
He needs to brush his teeth
They dirty for me tryna
Start some fuckin' beef
But y'alls oven lookin' fuckin' broken
With no cord and no heat
And I could run this shit with no feet
Just nubs as legs I still got ya beat
And I ain't even a fuckin' rapper
You can check my YouTube, dog
13 milli on Pond Creek
So, triple a, masturbate, mashed potate
Why you hate i don't give a transgender fuck
About what you think i'm the slender man
Standin' tall on the river bank
I don't need the hook to lure
You in like some fish bait
Coattail, hotel, long nails, church bells
Y'all releasin' EP's markin' it to wholesale
Headlights, Mark Dice, bar fight, start right
Every wack motherfucker better evade my sight
I'm seein' 20-20, you laugh like it's funny
Bitch, I'll bend you over
Like a Playboy Bunny
Record it, send it all to WorldStar
Yeah, I fucked the game up
Music labeled as a pornstar
They don't want smoke 'cause I
Grew up on a farm
Critics say "Hi!"llbilly, I say get the rebar
I'm buildin' these bridges and I'm
Burnin' them down y'all
I get to the other side
Then lay with the posers
I'm the Mohican surrounded by
Some ugly ass Hosier's
Shit talkin' like an ex that
Really needs some closure
Wearin' Carhartt's 'cause your image
Hella hella country heat stroke lookin' ass
Takin' selfies in the summer heat
Bass Pro mannequin, selfie for the Instagram
Sugar in your blood
I'll take a bite and taste the honey ham
Yeah, I'm the money man
You won't catch me openin'
Unless we're signed to a label makin'
Milli's off a platinum jam
Eh, you know that's true
And my jeans fulla dust and
My collar hella blue and my bitch hella tan
I ain't got a Lamborghini
I'm a Chevy man, dog
Southside runnin' with me
If you wanna run up, swerve into my lane
Y'all some window rappers
Real inside a frame
I'm bustin' through the pane
Goin' clinically insane
Makin' you disintegrate
Second guessin' what you say
And if you piss me off
It's your head inside a lake
How many careers in this lane can I take
Let me think hmm, yeah I had the answer
Before I asked the question
Ain't that impressive
Yeah my fe-fe got that wet-wet
But I ain't totin' no fuckin' Super Soaker
I'm rockin' Desert Eagles motherfucker
With a Purge mask and crew of jokers
Yeah, I got a bigger fire
Almost touchin' power lines
I'm electrified by the beef I'm seein' online
It's got me hungry as a
Stoner with an empty fridge, hogtied
About to eat the beds of rappers
Sleepin' on me all the time
Bitch, give me that fuckin' pillow
Yeah, also let me get that damn blanket
I'm so cold in this fuckin' booth
I treat my microphone like a freezin' baby
Church
Thinkin' I don't know about the shit
Y'all say behind my back (I know)
Motherfucker, put it on the microphone, dog
(You won't do it) go ahead (Skrrt)
By the way, with the MGK and Eminem shit
I don't know, I like both of 'em church
Brbrbrbrbrda
Eh, Machine Gun Kelly and Slim Shady
Got me wantin' to fuck shit up
And make a country rap, baby
So, let me start this off with a fuck y'all
Y'all pay me
I ain't doin' no features for you bitches
Y'all lazy yeah, you wantin' me to
Keep you're name afloat
Like the lifeguard I'm not gonna be, bitch
I be in the woods, y'all playin' me
Even when it's not fuckin' Halloween
'Cause my spotlight bulbs got halogens
I'm a A-1 performer like Kaepernick
Go for this hail mary, I'll toss the shit
To the endzone behind me 'cause
I'm a fuckin' prick (Ayy)
So, you gotta backtrack like
The tracks you spit
Yeah, Bud Light, mud trucks, boots and spit
So cottonmouth y'alls saliva don't even exist
Y'all about as much as rappers as
The outside of a tootsie stick
I ain't takin' L's I'm just throwin' dicks
No Tony homo, you can catch my balls
That's if you insecure country rappers sayin'
Yeah, I'm country, can't run that far
I'm the king of the fuckin' country (yeah)
I'm, I'm the boss of the fuckin' sticks
(yeah)
You a cardio workout, only two minute songs
Same size as your career with a TV show
Bitch shit talkin' me, sayin' I need God
It's dog
I'm flyer than a plane with fifty pilots
Every beat I kill it then I go deep fry it
Still hold that six pack so
The bitches like it (Correct)
And I know you want me dead
So you could sell a album
Checkin' on my Instagram every hour
Like damn I hate this dude, god
He's such a faggot
Why they think he dope, fame why he have it
Damn his music sucks
He needs to brush his teeth
They dirty for me tryna
Start some fuckin' beef
But y'alls oven lookin' fuckin' broken
With no cord and no heat
And I could run this shit with no feet
Just nubs as legs I still got ya beat
And I ain't even a fuckin' rapper
You can check my YouTube, dog
13 milli on Pond Creek
So, triple a, masturbate, mashed potate
Why you hate i don't give a transgender fuck
About what you think i'm the slender man
Standin' tall on the river bank
I don't need the hook to lure
You in like some fish bait
Coattail, hotel, long nails, church bells
Y'all releasin' EP's markin' it to wholesale
Headlights, Mark Dice, bar fight, start right
Every wack motherfucker better evade my sight
I'm seein' 20-20, you laugh like it's funny
Bitch, I'll bend you over
Like a Playboy Bunny
Record it, send it all to WorldStar
Yeah, I fucked the game up
Music labeled as a pornstar
They don't want smoke 'cause I
Grew up on a farm
Critics say "Hi!"llbilly, I say get the rebar
I'm buildin' these bridges and I'm
Burnin' them down y'all
I get to the other side
Then lay with the posers
I'm the Mohican surrounded by
Some ugly ass Hosier's
Shit talkin' like an ex that
Really needs some closure
Wearin' Carhartt's 'cause your image
Hella hella country heat stroke lookin' ass
Takin' selfies in the summer heat
Bass Pro mannequin, selfie for the Instagram
Sugar in your blood
I'll take a bite and taste the honey ham
Yeah, I'm the money man
You won't catch me openin'
Unless we're signed to a label makin'
Milli's off a platinum jam
Eh, you know that's true
And my jeans fulla dust and
My collar hella blue and my bitch hella tan
I ain't got a Lamborghini
I'm a Chevy man, dog
Southside runnin' with me
If you wanna run up, swerve into my lane
Y'all some window rappers
Real inside a frame
I'm bustin' through the pane
Goin' clinically insane
Makin' you disintegrate
Second guessin' what you say
And if you piss me off
It's your head inside a lake
How many careers in this lane can I take
Let me think hmm, yeah I had the answer
Before I asked the question
Ain't that impressive
Yeah my fe-fe got that wet-wet
But I ain't totin' no fuckin' Super Soaker
I'm rockin' Desert Eagles motherfucker
With a Purge mask and crew of jokers
Yeah, I got a bigger fire
Almost touchin' power lines
I'm electrified by the beef I'm seein' online
It's got me hungry as a
Stoner with an empty fridge, hogtied
About to eat the beds of rappers
Sleepin' on me all the time
Bitch, give me that fuckin' pillow
Yeah, also let me get that damn blanket
I'm so cold in this fuckin' booth
I treat my microphone like a freezin' baby
Church
Thinkin' I don't know about the shit
Y'all say behind my back (I know)
Motherfucker, put it on the microphone, dog
(You won't do it) go ahead (Skrrt)
By the way, with the MGK and Eminem shit
I don't know, I like both of 'em church