Lyrics Upchurch – Heavy Metal
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(Okay)
Creek, squad
Yeah, smoked out with my clique
You ain’t fucking with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch
And we keep a Smith with a couple standard clips
For them motherfucking snitches who be always running lips
And I got a fifth of their burning blue shit
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch
Everybody hating now, rappers trying to act like me
Six months ago they’s dissing, now they play dress-up like Halloween
Saying they be riding high when really they drive mama’s car
And I drive what I want ’cause I’m the realest redneck superstar
Scottsdale candy painted Cadillac sitting on the ground
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I got them spider webs ’cause shit I’m always out of town
And I stay booking shows like Dime, signing play on MTV
But bitch I’m independent, drop the T and add a C and E
American flag waving till it’s ripped up on the colors
I got cameras on my house and every gun I got is loaded
They say, «Enjoy your 15 seconds,» but it’s been about 6000 hours
R.H.E.C. motherfucker, I’m the man with all the power
Yeah, smoked out with my clique
You ain’t fucking with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit
And I got a fifth of their burning blue shit
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch
And we keep a Smith with a couple standard clips
For them motherfucking snitches who be always running lips
And I got a fifth of their burning blue shit
Ain’t no turn down in this bitch ’cause I drift while I hit the fifth
Ain’t no telling where I been, but I tell ya how I live
MTG Pine Creek, to the haters rest in peace
And I got that M16 for anybody trying to beef
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cut my feathers since that cracker was a youngin
Living in the expedition, always trying to murder something
Dope as hell like an old trail, fuck 20 bitches don’t kiss and tell
These hollow points won’t take L’s and I’ll send them out to your body pal
Cliqued up like AK, straight blowing up like hand grenade
This southern rap shit go together like White Lightning and Gatorade
I don’t give a fuck ’bout what the haters say, we stay and turn like every day
We smoked out and we elevators, we wrecked the world and we celebrate
Yeah, smoked out with my clique
You ain’t fucking with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit
And I got a fifth of their burning blue shit
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch
And we keep a Smith with a couple standard clips
For them motherfucking snitches who be always running lips
And I got a fifth of their burning blue shit
And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch