Claiming You A Country Boy

[Intro: Charlie Farley]
Y'all don't come around here claimin' to be no country boy, haha

[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
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' texted donkey lips
Been double fisted every since ridin' handle grips
Country rap syndicate motherfuckers we ain't friends
I been here from the start where the mothеr-fuck y'all bitches been
Been here sincе 2010 before we let y'all faggots in
Now we got a full house, couple dozen Olsen twins
They talkin' like they grown men and how they get their business in
Motherfucker 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: Charlie Farley]
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 Evinrude 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 is 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 bastard see
Fake motherfucker's gonna end up like some casualties
Never fake where you're from raised up in them country slums
If you got a problem motherfucker we can send it son
Careful what you call us, these country boys are lawless
You ever been hit with a motherfuckin' hog tusk?
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: Charlie Farley]
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