RED TRUCK lyrics

[Verse 1: XANADU]
Yea, you finna die
Catch a deer outside, then it's gonna get fried
Drinkin' all the liquor, the we goin for a ride
Yea, BB guns and American pride
Told a b*tch I ain't had no meth, and she cried
See yo ass f*ckin' my daughter, better stride
Lil boy tried to touch my truck, and he died
You can try to f*ckin' run, but you can't f*ckin' hide
Lil b*tch, told a b*tch we ain't f*ckin' if we ain't goin truckin'
Lil hoe, she be suckin' on the trailer park, b*tch
We drinkin' moonshine in the pitch dark b*tch
I don't care if you rich
Red truck hit a lick
Stealin' my shine, think you so f*ckin' slick
Get kicked in ya di*k, lil b*tch stealin' beer
Don't touch my truck, don't touch my gear
Trump 2020, even though it's been a year
Shoot you in the head
We got mullets, y'all rappers got dreads
Kill a f*ckin cat, then I feed it to my pets
All y'all gang members don't know a f*ckin threat
Pull up in a truck, you done knew it's f*ckin red
Kill a f*ckin human, then I put it in some bread
All of my kids, you know they inbred
My type of gun leave you in your death bed
See a pus*y boy walkin', imma fill him up with led
Think you know country, imma show you how to do it
Save a lil puppy from its death, and then I threw it
Smokin on my dope, you gotta pay, because I grew it
You ain't really country mother f*cker, I knew it
Got some f*ckin dirt on my boots, but you got Gucci shoes, I ain't ever f*ckin need 'em
Imma shoot him in his mother f*ckin' heart when I see 'em
b*tch I'm urinating straight moonshine when I'm peein'

[Chorus: LiL GOLDiE & XANADU]
Keep your fancy foreign cars
Keep your stupid Xanax bars
With my guys, don't give a f*ck
Whip around a red truck
Huntin' camo on my boots
Keep those stupid Gucci shoes
With my guys, we hunt in trees
Whip around red GMCs

[Verse 2: LiL GOLDiE]
Pour a four up in my shine
pus*y boy, don't cross the line
pus*y boy look like a swine
All he do is b*tch and whine
Stayin in my own damn lane
Goin fishin' everyday
Fly your stupid private planes
pus*y boy, he so cliché
Hit that pus*y with a tool
If he f*ckin act a fool
I ain't never finish school
All I know is the U.S. rules
I just hate minorities
I need new priorities
My kids have deformities
Because they all so inbred (yuh)
pus*y boy, come try me b*tch
Shoot you in the bottom lip
Keep your stupid foreign whip
Hope you crash into a ditch
Love to bump some Tim McGraw
Spittin' backer in my jaw
Never listen to the law
But I still say back the blue (yuh)
Real bad b*tch in my two seater
Pour a four in my two liter
Blood and mud on my wife beater
Hit you with a f*ckin heater
Goldie never ever foldin'
AR-15, what I'm totin'
America is what I'm showin'
Goldie stay so cold he frozen
[Chorus: LiL GOLDiE & XANADU]
Keep your fancy foreign cars
Keep your stupid Xanax bars
With my guys, don't give a f*ck
Whip around a red truck
Huntin' camo on my boots
Keep those stupid Gucci shoes
With my guys, we hunt in trees
Whip around red GMCs

[Outro: XANADU]
I know a lot of people are gonna take this song seriously, and if you're one of those people, I think you need to go see a f*ckin' doctor or something. It's- we're country rappers now. We say the country words like beer and truck, and Trump