Down in the Holler (feat. Justin Adams)

(Let the BandPlay) Church, Church, Church, Church Ha-ha-ha, Church When the shit goes down way out in the holler (in the holler) Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper Off an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard I'm just sittin' out here way out in the holler (Church, Church, Church) (Church, Church) just tryna make a dollar They ain't never seen no redneck rapper reppin' for low class 40 hour weeks, bills paid on low cash Been a chicken fighter, son, I've seen some real ass shit Real police, real time bust the real ass angles S-10s with truck covers, haulin' 20 pounds of mother nature The weed man, like 64, rockin' duck huntin' waders My papa had the poker games, uncle had that strap hot No cards up yo' sleeve, punk, 'less you tryna get shot Nashville didn't dress me, I was made on the creek Wrestled barefoot honkies in them gamecocks, bitch Realness don't sell in the eyes of the leeches on Music Row So I stay in the holler with all my dollars to fold (Church, Church, Church) When the shit goes down way out in the holler (in the holler) Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper Off an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard (can't be heard) I'm just sittin' out here way out in the holler Just tryna make a dollar I was raised by the rednecks, chill with the rednecks 24 years later, shit, I'm king of the rednecks The kid down the street yo' mama told you to stray from Age 13, my dad let me go play with guns I'm a no-helmet, one-handed, Banshee-ridin' motherfucker You Fairview bitches got it comin', yeah, I know who jumped my brother Let me catch you and Petro posted up in your dad's whip That hickory stickin' slick, get all of y'alls wigs split Mind your own damn business, and I'll mind mine I can make you go missin' in the middle of the night Where-where the sun don't shine, the moon don't creep Footsteps get lost when you're walkin' in the creek When the shit goes down way out in the holler (in the holler) Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper Off an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard (can't be heard) I'm just sittin' out here way out in the holler (Church, Church) Just tryna make a dollar (Church) (Chur-Chur-, Chu-Church, Church) holler Ho-holler, yeah, yeah-yeah (Chur-Chur-, Church) (Church-Chur-, Chu-Chu-Church) yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Way out in the holler, holler (Chur-Chur-, Chu-Church, Church) just tryna make a dollar (Chur-Chur-, Chu-Church, Church) just tryna make a dollar (Chur-Chur-, Church) (Chur-Chur-, Chu-Church)