Correction Lyrics Red Clay Crazy by Rittz

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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 b*t*h I stay petty
Blew back liquor in tha yeti
I'm sick a truck stop sh*tter been p*ssing on the game before R Kelly
One love for the psycho
Halloween hillbilly dirt road Micheal
Put it all on the Bible
Or put it on the gram cause it gonna go viral
Screen door with a sawed off
f**kin with a bully get ya whole leg gnawed off
And I won't be called off
Slug to the head and the motha f**ka fall off
Nobody safe when I'm on that case
Put a little bit of concеrn on that face
You don't wanna cape when I pull that wеight
I'm the killa with the big knife Norman Bates Hey
Go on fill up them britches
I got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes

Red clay crazy
Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes
Red clay crazy
Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes
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 b*t*hes

Red clay I'm crazy baby
Georgia born the place that made me
Black hat villain with no f**ks 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 f**kin shovel cause we bout to dig some trenches
Bout to the burn this whole b*t*h 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 f**k it put a lighter up for Caesar
Turn the f**kin volume up and blast this out the speaker

Ya uh yeah
Uh
I got red clay on my floor mats
Red clay on my Jordan print
Running from that K-9
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 Ozora’s at
Northside G A trap, Boondox is my dude but I’m not redneck
I’m not impressed, you ain’t got no class, imma 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
20 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

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