Red Clay Crazy

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Boondox] Hop out the chevy roll heavy no sense and a machete Them boys from deep in the sticks keep a fo fifth at the ready Shoulda known bitch I stay petty, blue back liquor in the yeti I'm sick a truck stop shitter been pissing on the game before R Kelly One love for the psychos, Halloween hillbilly dirt road Michael Put it all on the Bible or put it on the gram 'cause it might go viral Screen door with a sawed off, fuckin' with a bully get ya whole leg gnawed off And I won't be called off, slug to the head and the mothafucka fall off Nobody safe when I'm on that case Put a littlе bit of concern on that face You don't wanna cape whеn I pull that weight I'm the killa with the big knife Norman Bates Hey Go on and fill up them britches I got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches [Hook: Boondox] Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches Red clay crazy, got no mercy for 'em, got no mercy for 'em (Everybody say) Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches [Verse 2: Boondox] Red clay I'm crazy baby, Georgia born the place that made me Black hat villain with no fucks given them thoughts and prayers ain't gonna save me 'Cause I feed like a mako, yeah, anything movin ain't gonna be safe ho Strapped up like Waco with them Magtech bullets size of potatoes Abomination abrasive I am the southern devil The king of heathens, believe it I'm on another level Go grab a fuckin' shovel 'cause we 'bout to dig some trenches Bout to the burn this whole bitch down to the ground And I put that on my witches, country road come take me home I am somewhere I don't belong, load the Mossberg in the brougham Vandals rise we takin' Rome, go on fuck it put a lighter up for Caesar Turn the fuckin' volume up and blast this out the speaker [Hook: Boondox] Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches Red clay crazy, got no mercy for 'em, got no mercy for 'em (Everybody say) Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches [Verse 3: Rittz] Ya, uh, yeah, uh, I got red clay on my floor mats, red clay on my Jordan print Running from that K9, out of shape and short of breath I escape, I'm trying to trace my steps and find them lil red tabs I flew right by that closed down barbeque spot right where Ozone was at Northside G A trap, Boondox is my dude but I'm not redneck I'm not impressed, you ain't got no class, I'ma stomp that ass You rev that engine up around me, go again Neighborhood hot, got sunburned skin Told this thot I'd stop by while she swallowed my unborn kids That's white clay from that redhead white boy You and Nelly never should've let me get out that psych ward Twenty karat round my neck, if you wanna try to take it from me, I'm gon' die for it Don't forget, if you kill me there gon' be an eye for an eye for it So damn tragic, momma got shot at Joann fabric, lower her casket in the red clay [Hook: Boondox] Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches Red clay crazy, got no mercy for 'em, got no mercy for 'em (Everybody say) Red clay crazy, got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of bitches