Upchurch - Redneck for Real Lyrics

Yeah they call me a cousin f*cker
They got some shitty insults
Can't match me on the track
Because I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that asphalt
Looking dingy and cracked out
[?] Whistlin' Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Conor McGregor of country rap, that is evident
I f*ck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting f*cking flames
And don't need kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in a lane
I'm starting 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
Pissing 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 ceiling
My pillow soaked in black
'Cause my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah, I could be at your feet
And you wouldn't even f*cking know
'Cause you all playing the creep, 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 blowing black smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I hear you're country as they come but you ain't hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels
Act like you're working 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

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 11 hundred
So many punchlines on my album
My front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames
Need to purchase f*cking Solarcaine
I'll burn you like a drug
Hank Hill trying to sell your ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal
Through these swampy southern states
Hauling ten tons of ass
In this f*cking Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky
Yeah baby I'm that guy
Calling motherf*ckers out
But their numbers don't climb
'Cause I won't ever say their name
Even if they try to pay me
I'm a pro with this shit
These guys sound like they still in training
Ain't got no living
Ain't half of the shit they're saying
And people wonder why
I jump in the pits, stay slaying

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 blowing black smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I hear you're country as they come but you ain't hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels
Act like you're working 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