Rappin

Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing Whole block rocking cause the bass stay blasting You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping Big cracker, I don't need back up One quick slap leave him more than a fracture Never went to school, couldn't put me in a frat cause I ain't tell lies, bitch I ain't no capper Hopeless, yard full of broke shit Dog on the front porch skinny looking dope sick I'm a light 'em up, get cracked like a glow stick Gotta stand ten toes, chest out, boat sick Now welcome to my double wide, .45 for uninvited You ain't walking out this motherfucker if you come inside it Better catch a knot to the head, have 'em tongue-tied And get a smackdown, even on a Monday night We be in the sticks, thick, waiting in the truck Your career stays stuck like you're playing in the mud Your prom date parched, they just waiting for the punch Maybe you should duck 'cause you ain't saying much, Murph Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing Whole block rocking 'cause the bass stay blasting You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping You can say a lot but you're not country rapping About to break the locks, we some country rap-bats Cream of the crop, now you're just a has-been I'm praying for my ops, now they laying in the casket No parking in my spot, this a tow-away zone Never signed shit, had to get it on my own So it's cheers to all the wins, I remember all the lows Now I never know the time 'cause my watch is always frozen I'm a real big stepper, these ain't size 12 And I'm all about my green like a Bocce ball I can make a million dollars from what I sell Big Murph, big weight, and you a tri-scale Yeah my car got horses like a Clydesdale Offsets burn rubber when I high tail And this pistol in my lap shoot shots like Craps But believe that I gotta keep that iron still Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing Whole block rocking 'cause the bass stay blasting You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping