Claiming you a Country Boy
[Intro: Bottleneck]
Y'all don't come around here claimin' to be no country boy, haha

[Chorus: Bottleneck]
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy (Nah)
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy, nah

[Verse 1: Bottleneck]
Most of y'all are counterfeit rappin' all illiterate
Thinkin' that y'all the shit but wonderin' where the money is
Bitch I'm takin' huntin' trips gettin' [?]
Been double fisted every since ridin' handle grips
Country rap syndicate motherfuckers we ain't friends
I been here from the start where the mother-fuck y'all bitches been
We in this sincе 2010 before we lеt y'all faggots in
Now we got a full house, couple dozen [?]
They talkin' like they grown men and how they get their business in
Mother fucker please my next of kin will see these dividends
You bitch I been a hooligan, never scared to get it in
Motherfuckers fakin' fear lies in the heart of men
These crackers on Klonopin and stressin' where they wanna been
Yeah I'm still that dirty ass cracker with the crooked grin
I been here form the start before country rap was a trend
A true southern boy with a rebel soul to the end
[Chorus: Bottleneck]
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy (Nah)
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy, nah
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy (Nah)
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy, nah

[Verse 2: Bottleneck]
Country is what country do it ain't what people think of you
Down here in the cut them country boys know how to get it too
Got the heart of an [?] do shit that they never do
Buck's by the bed got 'em hangin' in my livin' room
Keep mud on my huntin' boots this old boy's livin' proof
Motherfucker's lookin' at me strange when I speak the truth
If they want it they can get ain't none of y'all outlastin' me
Sayin' that you're country is the same thing as blasphemy
Most of y'all are trash to me, yeah I'm just a [?]
Fake mother fucker's gonna end up like some casualties
Never fake where you're from raised up in them country slums
If you got a problem mother fucker we can send it son
Careful what you call us, these country boys are lawless
You ever been hit with a motherfuckin' Hog [?]
Y'all comin' out the closet claimin' that y'all bosses
Y'all don't wanna cross us y'all know we the rawest

[Chorus]
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy (Nah)
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy, nah
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy (Nah)
Don't come 'round here claimin' you a country boy, nah