Lyrics Upchurch – High Octane
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Band (Band, Band)
BandPlay
Church
Upchurch:
Flew up in the game like an Air Force jet plane
Gettin’ sick brain from my thick fame with that slick twang
And the way she say «Can I get up in your truck bae?»
Chain wallets and hot guns, serial numbers they got none
Spend 10g’s on Craigslist to chop off that ?
son
Kitchen table tattooed, I’m outlaw raised also
Have a heart of copper that’s why I spit all this hot flow
My blood is tatted up and bleed that 93 octane
If I catch a heroin dealer then he’ll prolly have no brain
Catch this little honkey on the first 48
I never get caught ’cause I never came to your state
Radio cranked, turn it up
Willie in my paper and it’s burnin’ up
Got my foot on the gas, yeah I drive fast
If you don’t like that you can kiss my ass
Pedal to the metal, high octane
Pedal to the metal, high octane
Pedal to the metal, high octane (It’s Shotgun Shane motherfucker)
Everybody in the motherfuckin’ south know my name
Shotgun Shane:
In-in-in the backwoods, don’t take shit from nobody (Naw)
You got a pretty ass truck, but bro that ain’t a square body (Haha)
In a jacked up Chevy, got a buzz, I stay lifted (Lifted)
‘Bout to show the fuck out, everybody shifty (He’s drunk)
We ain’t backin’ down (Nope) we ain’t goin’ nowhere (Never)
A bad motherfucker, I’m a proud ass honkey (Honkey)
I always show my ass like a motherfuckin’ donkey (Hee-haw)
Plenty crazy cracker friends ain’t afraid to throw it down
Bring the shine around me yeah it’s obvious it’s goin’ down
Only fuck them model bitches, you can keep your average hoes
Fantasizin’ while they hear my voice through the radio
Radio cranked, turn it up
Willie in my paper and it’s burnin’ up
Got my foot on the gas, yeah I drive fast
If you don’t like that you can kiss my ass
Pedal to the metal, high octane
Pedal to the metal, high octane
Pedal to the metal, high octane
Everybody in the motherfuckin’ south know my name