Hooligan

Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside We just fight, where you at? Come outsi-i-i-i I'm gonna rap, boom bap Y'all gonna ask "Who's that?" Motherfucker came straight from the mid-west Love me the south confederates I ain't ever heard no better shit Y'all sound a lot like Cheddar Bob You don't even know what cheddar is Probably should go and get a job? Y'all motherfuckers makin' us look bad Do this in my sleep like no look pass Lookin' like kids with a big book bag First day of school 'bout to get whoop ass You know I got a whole can of that You look gay like a fanny pack I ain't tryna hear that tranny rap This shit gon' make your granny mad This grown man shit, hold that bitch Take a photo, you know Kodak bitch? You climbin' up the wrong tree, no way down Nobody knows you in your town I show up and y'all show love You show up nobody gives a fuck Must suck to suck go chase some clout I'm up so high I'm chasin' clouds I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) Country Casanova knock the dust up off my flannel Now I do feel like a star they got me actin' like a vandal I got guards outside my house, I got drones up in the air I got cars at both my houses, never been a dealer player Yeah, the police watchin' me like T.I. back in 2010 Prolly 'cause I got an army base I'm postin' on the 'Gram Yeah, they done blocked me off my socials They done shadow banned reactors They done tried to shut my shows down, we Metallica them bastards And last year my best shit was the Range Rover song Now my homies like "Hey fuck these junky ass cars" No weed in the seat with the back filled up with top soil Then I chopped the top off, it gets rained on Mother Nature hits me up like "Damn son nice car" Yeah, that last line was a light bar No not the one on your truck I mean an actual light bar Take a photo then send that shit pop flash that photosynthesis I make weapons with words that sell, occupation wordsmithmenship I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan)