upchurch - press (remix) lyrics
[intro]
church
[verse]
i’m royalty to this country rap
i’m the jason statham of the scene, facts
still wylin’ out on my 750, cut off shirt showin’ all tats
ain’t no denyin’ my small town flex
put the ball peen to a bull head
if my italian engine tends to lock up
i’ll just ls swap it with do it with dan
and i don’t go to parties, i am the party
don’t pay attention, i pay for marley
no cycle license still swerve a harley
no b-tches ’round me ’cause mine a model
barbie doll house i bought that
’cause i got a barbie livin’ inside
i do every hater like johnny cage
what’s combat rap to immortal lines?
got the keys to the game like a old pianist
every time i smoke a blunt it’s like good theatrics
so photogenic i guess i’m gopro excessive
you can s my d, terabyte me later
i’m billy ray virus, the vanilla wafer
still-still slingin’ blades b-tch and i demolish taters
yeah, my haters lookin’ like some red tomato’s
i like ’em salty b-tch, window flavor
yeah, life’s a garden i’m n-body’s cater
got a red beam, no lightsaber
country rap father call me “garth vader”
my tracks are stars no pun intended
starship lookin’ h-lla undented
you can tell me to kick rocks all you want
they’ll turn into asteroids son
hit your world let it blow up
lookin’ like area 51
how do i know? that’s where i’m from
how you think i rap like this for fun
watch speed rise like a bus ride that you can’t slide out
’cause it’s strapped with enough tnt to blow a city sky high
f-ck the whole worlds wi-fi, d-mn
when that movie come out it was like ’99 or ’95
i forgot i was playin’ with gi’s and nascar’s with broke tires
on a carpet rug with little city’s and road lines
so by the age of two i knew how to run mine
and ever since it was legal for me to burn tires
i was smokin’ out the county, sippin’ the moonshine
from time to time, i’d twist the pines
with chicks from harpeth high
and make the vines to p-ss the time
and now my face is plastered all online
got russia double clickin’ to subscribe
my vibe, a vibe no need for the subt-tle
surf bored to a h-lla huge wave tidal
kelly slater of the 808ers wearin’ waiters in cold water settin’ in a f-ckin’ duck blind
blah blah blah
you ain’t gotta duck mine
i see you crouched down, why you on that landmine
that ain’t a shoe lace your trippin’ that’s my interstellar gold mind
comin’ at you like 49er for the first time
jerry rice that flow
skip the 20 and the 10, cliff dive in the endzone
even though i’m a cowboys fan i still like watchin’ vols #gbo hoe
flannel rockin’, no shirt havin’
winchester witha f-ckin’ lever action
junkyard dog, no chain attachment
i roam around makin’ moves happen
no chess game i don’t play with p-wns
i smoke weed and drink on my lawn
and wait for a new episodes of cops
just to see if any of my fans are on it
[outro]
haha, crazy f-ckers
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