Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off the Rails, artist - Bottleneck. Date of issue: 21.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Off the Rails |
| Yeah |
| We gonna kill it Bottleneck |
| Redneck Nation |
| Bitch |
| Woo |
| Upchurch (Upchurch) |
| Bottleneck (Bottleneck) |
| We bout to get it |
| Oh yeah |
| Redneckified, dirty boy I’m certified |
| Slingin' mud, bottled up, we ride on tractor tires |
| We in the mud and yeah we kick it southern style |
| A country boy, yeah, the dirty kind |
| Muddy water in my veins |
| All of my jeans got deer blood stains |
| All of my trucks got rust on the frame |
| With a big light bar and some dents in the paint |
| Gun in the glass, tinted my windows |
| I am the truth bitch I am no pretender |
| And all of my Dixie chicks sweeter than Splenda |
| Gon' be a rockstar, what’s my agenda |
| I’m tougher than most and I don’t even try |
| 'Cause I’m catchin' good traction like I’m four-wheel drive |
| I’m gone like Earnhardt I leave 'em behind |
| And I flip 'em a bird from way up in the sky |
| Country as cornbread and big red tomatoes |
| I stare through my phone in some sick Aviators |
| Country rap prince I’m the Intimidator |
| And fuck all my haters with two middle fingers bitch |
| Redneckified, dirty boy I’m certified |
| Slingin' mud, bottled up, we ride on tractor tires |
| We in the mud and yeah we kick it southern style |
| A country boy, yeah, the dirty kind |
| Dirty boy with a dirty kind |
| Raised in the bottom straight from the vine |
| If you come down here runnin' that trap |
| You’re ass outta gas, fuck with a gaffe |
| Whatcha gonna do? |
| Where you gon' run? |
| We some dirty motherfuckers we used to the mud |
| You played with wrong knife, that’s right |
| I’ma hit like bird fight, get sliced |
| Rebel flag raised get your honky up |
| Ever look close at a Dixie cup |
| All white inside, certified |
| Spittin' on you motherfuckers redneck style |
| Got it in my blood, dirt in my heart |
| What do I even mean when I fart |
| Yes sir I’m rednecknecktified |
| I’m a filthy ass cracker 'til the day I die |
| Redneckified, dirty boy I’m certified |
| Slingin' mud, bottled up, we ride on tractor tires |
| We in the mud and yeah we kick it southern style |
| A country boy, yeah, the dirty kind |
| Redneckified, dirty boy I’m certified |
| Slingin' mud, bottled up, we ride on tractor tires |
| We in the mud and yeah we kick it southern style |
| A country boy, yeah, the dirty kind |
| Redneckified, dirty boy I’m certified |
| Slingin' mud, bottled up, we ride on tractor tires |
| We in the mud and yeah we kick it southern style |
| A country boy, yeah, the dirty kind |
| Redneckified, dirty boy I’m certified |
| Slingin' mud, bottled up, we ride on tractor tires |
| We in the mud and yeah we kick it southern style |
| A country boy, yeah, the dirty kind |