"Country Like That" lyrics
Church
Mother fucker
Woo
I'ma keep it a buck, I feel like a uncle now
Thirty-two years old, still holdin' this whole country down
You coat-tail ride in every picture I'll be croppin' out
Only legendary status chillin' at my fuckin' house
Keys to every ride incase my partners wanna ride around
If they get pulled over I call the mayor of my town
On my Cheatham County shit, knock dust off bottles
Only whiskey I'll be havin' is attachments on my throttle
I'm a one wheel wonder, rider of the thunder
Black on black Johnny Cash 'cause I'm that motherfucker
Don't think about touchin' on my cowboy hat
Don't be lookin' at my woman when you sippin' on that
Don't be leanin' on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Redneck ain't a style, somewhere they got confused
I'll be stumblin' down the strip and escapin' green rooms
In the alley, no boots, denim on, denim too
Shootin' birds at the tourists, what the fuck you gon' do?
Huckleberry Finn always comin' with the win
Runnin' with the wind, lady hangin' on me, honeysuckle skin
We ain't takin' no Lyft, Silverado not for sale
Michaelangelo in consoles are rollin' big shells
Duramax up in the Swisher so you know the smoke loud
If I show up to the party, come in with a smoke cloud
Redneck blue collar and I keep that thing popped
Southern comfort in an eight foot bed when the gate drops
Wish a motherfucker would, grab an axe and get chopped
I'll be in the trees like cedar when it's stacked up
Don't think about touchin' on my cowboy hat
Don't be lookin' at my woman when you sippin' on that
Don't be leanin' on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
I got no point to prove but I got a point to prove
Not enough bouncers in hip hop to get me removed
Comin' down the strip and our boots sound like horse hooves
Lucky motherfucker studio door got a horse shoe
I tour with track supply, nine one one the track too fire
Make it rain to drown it out, still won't slip even if the ground is tile
Hater like stop it, I ain't replyin' to topics that be on drama
Or not sick with a rhythm like a box bitch
Paragraph gon' put your ass in hospice
Get as buck as you want, I'm the rapper that don't quit
Don't think about touchin' on my cowboy hat
Don't be lookin' at my woman when you sippin' on that
Don't be leanin' on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt road no cattle gate latch
Don't think about touchin' on my cowboy hat
Don't be lookin' at my woman when you sippin' on that
Don't be leanin' on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Mother fucker
Woo
I'ma keep it a buck, I feel like a uncle now
Thirty-two years old, still holdin' this whole country down
You coat-tail ride in every picture I'll be croppin' out
Only legendary status chillin' at my fuckin' house
Keys to every ride incase my partners wanna ride around
If they get pulled over I call the mayor of my town
On my Cheatham County shit, knock dust off bottles
Only whiskey I'll be havin' is attachments on my throttle
I'm a one wheel wonder, rider of the thunder
Black on black Johnny Cash 'cause I'm that motherfucker
Don't think about touchin' on my cowboy hat
Don't be lookin' at my woman when you sippin' on that
Don't be leanin' on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Redneck ain't a style, somewhere they got confused
I'll be stumblin' down the strip and escapin' green rooms
In the alley, no boots, denim on, denim too
Shootin' birds at the tourists, what the fuck you gon' do?
Huckleberry Finn always comin' with the win
Runnin' with the wind, lady hangin' on me, honeysuckle skin
We ain't takin' no Lyft, Silverado not for sale
Michaelangelo in consoles are rollin' big shells
Duramax up in the Swisher so you know the smoke loud
If I show up to the party, come in with a smoke cloud
Redneck blue collar and I keep that thing popped
Southern comfort in an eight foot bed when the gate drops
Wish a motherfucker would, grab an axe and get chopped
I'll be in the trees like cedar when it's stacked up
Don't think about touchin' on my cowboy hat
Don't be lookin' at my woman when you sippin' on that
Don't be leanin' on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
I got no point to prove but I got a point to prove
Not enough bouncers in hip hop to get me removed
Comin' down the strip and our boots sound like horse hooves
Lucky motherfucker studio door got a horse shoe
I tour with track supply, nine one one the track too fire
Make it rain to drown it out, still won't slip even if the ground is tile
Hater like stop it, I ain't replyin' to topics that be on drama
Or not sick with a rhythm like a box bitch
Paragraph gon' put your ass in hospice
Get as buck as you want, I'm the rapper that don't quit
Don't think about touchin' on my cowboy hat
Don't be lookin' at my woman when you sippin' on that
Don't be leanin' on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt road no cattle gate latch
Don't think about touchin' on my cowboy hat
Don't be lookin' at my woman when you sippin' on that
Don't be leanin' on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Writer(s): Upchurch
