Lyrics provided by https://www.songarea.com/ ---Country Boy Shit--- --Upchurch & Bottleneck-- [Intro: Upchurch & Bottleneck] Yeah Yeah Church [Verse 1: Upchurch] Bitch I came up from this shit, shotgun layin' right by the screen door (Yeah) Alarm buzzin' on my house, then my old lady know she gotta hit the floor Ain't taking shit from you fuckboys, I got Tennesseean's that make you get lost (Yeah) Bottom by the river no bubbles dog, concrete feet like a sidewalk [Chorus: Upchurch] So don't make no wrong turns that GPS might not pick up You might run up on some crackers that love crackin' people's skulls It's that country boy shit, yeah motherfucker (Yeah) Country boy shit, yeah motherfucker [Verse 2: Upchurch] If I get jammed up and I need a ride, I'm calling Sampson any day or night He's rollin' up in a El Camino with a engine built for a drag night (Yeah) Running 7 40s in a 8th mile with a pistol loaded, no driver's license And the game reserve come find me, city cop cars only two wheel drive (Yeah) With a crate of shine sittin' in a truck, we get heat it up with a Bic lighter Being crazy and with that created, it's actually how I fucking live player A lot of country rappers really can't hang 'cause I ain't livin' what they talk about Are you redneck and from the south, quit tryna convince me what you about Just tell it to the mic, show me on the road You got bullshit runnin' by the fuckin' load I don't believe a song you ever fuckin' sold You used to be a gangster and now you never was Claimin' you got shooters, keep it on the hush You ain't got no shooters, you can't shoot a gun You ain't fuckin' hard, why you lyin' son Everybody in here know where I'm from [Chorus: Upchurch] So don't make no wrong turns that GPS might not pick up You might run up on some crackers that love crackin' people's skulls It's that country boy shit, yeah motherfucker (Yeah) Country boy shit, yeah motherfucker [Verse 3: Bottleneck] Well I've been here on that country shit, that cracker shit, that redneck shit (Yeah) A lotta these boys done changed their way but I'm still in the woods just killin' shit Still rap about some huntin', muddin', fishin', drinkin' country livin' I see a bunch of fuckboys in camo hats that's never lived it I see you got them jeans tucked with your Skoal ring and that pinch of snuff Where I'm from deep in the cut that fake shit'll get you fucked up Take a wrong turn and run that mouth and it won't be hard to find me Bring it son I do shoot guns, and I blend in with them pine trees Patrollin' down these backroads, I keep these gun racks shakin' Get tracks in the dirt on a redneck's turf and the buckshot keeps on sprayin' Don't run up on these country boys that's really on some country shit Leave your ass in a ditch, take your boots and take your shit [Chorus: Upchurch] So don't make no wrong turns that GPS might not pick up You might run up on some crackers that love crackin' people's skulls It's that country boy shit, yeah motherfucker Country boy shit, yeah motherfucker Make no wrong turns that GPS might not pick up You might run up on some crackers that love crackin' people's skulls It's that country boy shit, yeah motherfucker Country boy shit, yeah motherfucker Country boy shit, yeah motherfucker Country boy shit, yeah motherfucker