Huck Fosier Songtext
von Adam Calhoun feat. Who TF Is Justin Time?
Huck Fosier Songtext
This is not a song
This is not even a fucking warning
I′m coming for all you mother fuckers
If you diss me, I'm coming to your front door there will be no reply
Le, le, le, Let me make this crystal clear
This country rap ain′t shit to hear
Y'all ain't moved an inch in years
Stuck in the mud shiftin′ gears
You must write your raps with crayons
Hosier′s got like a dozen fans
Known for fucking his cousin and
Talkin' shit but won′t throw hands
You ain't a man, you a bitch right
You buddy up then you switch sides
Can′t get nowhere so you dick ride
That's straight up, midnight
Don′t get me wrong tryin' to put a song
But have of y'all can′t write a song
The other half is doin′ shit, they build it up and you ruin it
It's time to man up, no more bitch
Why you on stage grabbin your dick
Talkin′ about the beers you drinking braggin' about the cans you dip
You so cammo I can′t see you this ammo make yo ass see through
Talk tough get fucked tossed
In the trunk then take that punk 'til I see you
Once a hillbilly get killed really, I fuck with ′ol boy Chicken Willy
It's summer time body still chilly
Can't touch ya boy but you still feel me
I choke a hater with Copenhagen, dope as fuck, no mistaken
As far as hick-hop I hit the top, whether or not that shit′s vacant
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
This is who the fuck is Just In Time
This is Redneck Rave Shit motherfuckers
Whatchall think I wasn′t going to get on here and talk my shit
Y'all sadly mother fuckin′ mistaken, now check this out
Y'all mother fuckers wanna talk about
Y′all gonna piss on somebody's boots
I got 17 motherfuckin reasons why you ain′t gonna step bitch
You got a motherfuckin problem
When you see me
Make sure your ass hop out the mutherfuckin' truck bitch
Let's go!
You, you, you thought I was done, no, n-n-n-no
Armed to the teeth in a no gun zone
Got an army with me
Quit talking to me like, lights on upstairs but nobody′s home
Nobody′s on shit, just fight me, nobody wants it, unlikely
Get stomped out by redwing boots
We don't do soft shit ′round her, fuck Nike
You won't pull it, shot gun bullets, wreck ya whole body
All I hear is a lotta bullshit, you ain′t nobody
Who's gonna check me, I′m waitin'
Please don't test me, my patience
Running out don′t run ya mouth, this gun I got ain′t go no safety
Lord have mercy, I mean that, If I react it means Hearses
Bunch of virgins, I can't fuck with these bitches weak ass verse
This is curtains, show′s over
Not for me but for those or you who oppose the fact
I just showed ya that the game is over (it's over)
This is not even a fucking warning
I′m coming for all you mother fuckers
If you diss me, I'm coming to your front door there will be no reply
Le, le, le, Let me make this crystal clear
This country rap ain′t shit to hear
Y'all ain't moved an inch in years
Stuck in the mud shiftin′ gears
You must write your raps with crayons
Hosier′s got like a dozen fans
Known for fucking his cousin and
Talkin' shit but won′t throw hands
You ain't a man, you a bitch right
You buddy up then you switch sides
Can′t get nowhere so you dick ride
That's straight up, midnight
Don′t get me wrong tryin' to put a song
But have of y'all can′t write a song
The other half is doin′ shit, they build it up and you ruin it
It's time to man up, no more bitch
Why you on stage grabbin your dick
Talkin′ about the beers you drinking braggin' about the cans you dip
You so cammo I can′t see you this ammo make yo ass see through
Talk tough get fucked tossed
In the trunk then take that punk 'til I see you
Once a hillbilly get killed really, I fuck with ′ol boy Chicken Willy
It's summer time body still chilly
Can't touch ya boy but you still feel me
I choke a hater with Copenhagen, dope as fuck, no mistaken
As far as hick-hop I hit the top, whether or not that shit′s vacant
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
This is who the fuck is Just In Time
This is Redneck Rave Shit motherfuckers
Whatchall think I wasn′t going to get on here and talk my shit
Y'all sadly mother fuckin′ mistaken, now check this out
Y'all mother fuckers wanna talk about
Y′all gonna piss on somebody's boots
I got 17 motherfuckin reasons why you ain′t gonna step bitch
You got a motherfuckin problem
When you see me
Make sure your ass hop out the mutherfuckin' truck bitch
Let's go!
You, you, you thought I was done, no, n-n-n-no
Armed to the teeth in a no gun zone
Got an army with me
Quit talking to me like, lights on upstairs but nobody′s home
Nobody′s on shit, just fight me, nobody wants it, unlikely
Get stomped out by redwing boots
We don't do soft shit ′round her, fuck Nike
You won't pull it, shot gun bullets, wreck ya whole body
All I hear is a lotta bullshit, you ain′t nobody
Who's gonna check me, I′m waitin'
Please don't test me, my patience
Running out don′t run ya mouth, this gun I got ain′t go no safety
Lord have mercy, I mean that, If I react it means Hearses
Bunch of virgins, I can't fuck with these bitches weak ass verse
This is curtains, show′s over
Not for me but for those or you who oppose the fact
I just showed ya that the game is over (it's over)
Writer(s): Adam Bradley Calhoun, Unknown Writer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
