Upchurch - Aww Shit Lyrics

Ha, ha, ha, ha
All I do is RHEC shit

I'm from the sticks motherfucker whatcha know about me?
Except for what you get to see up on your iPhone screen
I see people talkin' shit about how fake I am
While I'm fishin' y'all stay hooked up on my Instagram
Shit son I'm Dixie land, get a fifth get tipsy man
Got a bunch of rednecks on my team from Kentucky and Alabam'
Colorado blowin' those, cuttin' donuts on people's land
Hittin' those stop signs with my hot beer can
I'm the nitty gritty in Ashland City
It's itty bitty ammunition and titties rockin' rebel flag bikini's
Sunburnt to a crisp, redneck up under my blue colar
I didn't think my ass would even leave my little hollar
Now I ain't to poorest kid in school stay droppin' all the biggest bucks
I'm talkin' old rappers I ain't talkin' 'bout that paper stuff
The only Cash I care about is a man named Johnny
And I'm standin' in a ring of fire so keep your distance from me

Aw shit motherfucker I'm hoggin' up my lane
Cut from a different cloth we ain't even made the same
I'm a party all nighter, truck stop fist fighter
With a jug full of gas and a Zippo lighter
Aw shit motherfucker I'm hoggin' up my lane
Cut from a different cloth we ain't even made the same
I'm a party all nighter, truck stop fist fighter
With a jug full of gas and a Zippo lighter

Big truck, mud tires, moonshine and bonfires
'Couple twelve gauge shotties rolled up in barbed wire
If that's all you think the south is stop listenin' to lies
'Cause I think it's time for these old boys to retire
Let the young guns kill it, I'm hotter than a skillet (Yeah)
Throw your cap into the ring then I'm gonna peel it
You're old and I'm newer, I'm cold and you're sewer
You're a told what to do a, I'ma blow right through ya
I'm out here in the sticks and I'm really raisin' hell
When my boy turned down your deal tell me how you felt
You wanna talk about me, better keep it to yourself
'Cause my crew will pop off like a shotgun shell
We're goin' harder in the hollars then you've ever seen
Like a Pitbull Rottweiler drinkin' gasoline
Sugar in your gas tank, salt up in my grits
All you country boy wannabes ain't ready for this

Aw shit motherfucker I'm hoggin' up my lane
Cut from a different cloth we ain't even made the same
I'm a party all nighter, truck stop fist fighter
With a jug full of gas and a Zippo lighter
Aw shit motherfucker I'm hoggin' up my lane
Cut from a different cloth we ain't even made the same
I'm a party all nighter, truck stop fist fighter
With a jug full of gas and a Zippo lighter