Lyrics Hooligan – Upchurch & Adam Calhoun

I’m in a rap, boom bap
Y’all gonna ask, who’s that
Motherf**ker came straight from the mid-west
Love me the south confederates
I ain’t ever heard no better s**t
Y’all sound a lot like Chedder Bob
You don’t even know what chedder is
Why don’t you go and get a jobY’all motherf**kers makin’ us look bad
.. in my seat like look past
Lookin’ like kids with a big book bag
First day of school ’bout to get whoop ass
You know I got a whole can of that
You look gay like a fanny pack
I ain’t tryna hear that tranny rap
This s**t gon’ make your granny mad
This grown man s**t, hold that b**ch
Take a photo, you know Kodak, b**ch
You climbin’ up the wrong tree, no way down
No body knows you in your town
I show up and y’all show love
You show up nobody gives a f**k
Must suck to suck go chase some clout
I’m up so high I’m chasin’ clouds
I’m a hooligan
Live and die for the dangerous s**t
I’m a goon again
Old school new scars
Nothing new to them
Yeah, nothin’ new
Let’s fight, where you at
Come outside
I’m a hooligan
Let’s fight, where you at
Come outsideI’m a hooligan
Let’s fight, where you at
Come outside
I’m a hooligan
Let’s fight, where you at
Come outside
I’m a hooligan
Country cassanova knock the dust up off the mantle
Now I do feel like a star they got me actin’ like ..
I got guards ’round my house, I got drones up in the air
I got cars at both my houses, never been a dealer player
Where the police watchin’ me like T.I. back in twenty-ten
Prolly ’cause I got an army base I’m postin’ on the Gram
Yeah, they done blocked me off my socials
They shadow ban reactors
They done tried to shut my shows down we Metalica them bastards
I scream my best s**t was the Ranger Rover
Now my homies like Hey f**k these junky ass car
No weed in that seat with the back filled up
.. then I chopped the top off
It gets rained on, mother nature hits me up like Damn son nice car
Yeah, that last line was a light bar
No not the one on your truck I mean an actual light bar
Take a photo then send that s**t pop flash that photosynthesis
I make weapons with words themself
Occupation wordsmithmenship
I’m a hooligan
Live and die for the dangerous s**t
I’m a goon again
Old school new scars
Nothin’ new to them
Yeah, nothin’ new
Let’s fight, where you at
Come outside
I’m a hooligan
Let’s fight, where you at
Come outside
I’m a hooligan
Let’s fight, where you at
Come outside
I’m a hooligan
Let’s fight, where you at
Come outside
I’m a hooligan…
➤ Written by Adam Calhoun & Upchurch
Album: Hooligan
Produced by Thomas Toner
Upchurch | Adam Calhoun | 2019