Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heavy Metal , by - Upchurch. Release date: 01.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heavy Metal |
| Yeah, smoked out with my clique |
| You ain’t fuckin' with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit |
| And I got a fifth of their burnin' blue shit |
| And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch |
| And we keep a Smith with a couple standard clips |
| For them motherfuckin' snitches who be always runnin' lips |
| And I got a fifth of their burning blue shit |
| And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch |
| Everybody hatin' now, rappers tryin' to act like me |
| Six months ago they’s dissin', now they play dress-up like Halloween |
| Saying they be ridin' high when really they drive mama’s car |
| And I drive what I want 'cause I’m the realest redneck superstar |
| Scottsdale candy painted Cadillac sittin' on the ground |
| My street life got them spider webs 'cause shit I’m always out of town |
| And I stay bookin' shows like I am signed and play on MTV |
| But bitch I’m independent, drop the T and add a C and E |
| American flag wavin' 'til it’s ripped up on the colors |
| I got cameras on my house and every gun I got is loaded |
| They say, «Enjoy your 15 seconds,» but it’s been about 6000 hours |
| RHEC motherfucker, I’m the man with all the power |
| Yeah, smoked out with my clique |
| You ain’t fuckin' with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit |
| And I got a fifth of their burnin' blue shit |
| And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch |
| And we keep a Smith with a couple standard clips |
| For them motherfuckin' snitches who be always runnin' lips |
| And I got a fifth of their burnin' blue shit |
| And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch |
| Ain’t no turn down in this bitch 'cause I drift while I hit the fifth |
| Ain’t no tellin' where I been, but I tell ya how I live |
| MZG Pond Creek, to the haters rest in peace |
| And I got that M16 for anybody tryin' to beef |
| In the barn the come up ever since that cracker was a youngin' |
| Livin' in the expedition, always tryin' to murder somethin' |
| Dope as hell like an old trail, fuck twenty bitches don’t kiss and tell |
| These hollow points won’t take L’s and I’ll send them out to your body pale |
| Cliqued up like AK, straight blowin' up like hand grenades |
| This southern rap shit go together like White Lightnin' and Gatorade |
| I don’t give a fuck 'bout what the haters say, we stay and turn like every day |
| We smoked out and we elevators, we wrecked the world and we celebrate |
| Yeah, smoked out with my clique |
| You ain’t fuckin' with these honkeys, man, I swear they’re so legit |
| And I got a fifth of their burnin' blue shit |
| And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch |
| And we keep a Smith with a couple standard clips |
| For them motherfuckin' snitches who be always runnin' lips |
| And I got a fifth of their burnin' blue shit |
| And we keep it heavy metal, ain’t no turn down in this bitch |