Barkin Back Lyrics

Man it's time to get another round and rap up on the mic again

Time to get the punch and bag this pen and pad and fighting with

Never lost a round, ring the bell just like a farmer's kid

I stay up after dark, roll a herd of sheep you babble with

This ain't no razzle dazzle in these boots, I'm doing what you couldn't do

I'm rapping bout these fake little country rappers that hate the truth

All I spit is 100 proof, spit it out walk over you

Then set the mic on fire cause you ain't walking in these fucking boots

I'm tired of all these fucking wannabes buying clicks and views

Tired of all the capping in the caption for clicks and views

Tired of all the bots up in your comments for clicks and views

I might just fuck around and drop some names for clicks and views

Nah, I gotta slow it down cause I don't think you wanna go against

The underdog that's barking back just digging out my bone to pick

Keep you at a shoulder width, longer bite ain't moved an inch

This goes for anybody barking at the mic you full of shit

I guess that's just the nature of me especially all them long nights

Rapping in the studio everyday I train my mic to bite

365, no 9 to 5 when I'm at the mic

24 hour long shifts, married to the mic

I'm married to the game, like what Church said, with Carter 5

Levels that I'm on make you descend for shitty rhymes

Taking number 2 cause you ain't one for steady climb

Holler boys, motherfucker get in line we show you grind

I'm about to show you how it's done, I got the blueprint, went overtime

I got the 1% but 99 of you is fucking time

Times you didn't make it, now you changing paths to fake the grind

I'm in the backwoods, scoping out and never shooting blind

Wish a motherfucker would, wish a motherfucker could

Would just bark at me just once, these backwoods is my hood

Stepping on my snare trap, ankles snapped, and limped back

Then I'll feed you to my dog, Upchurch on the same track

This ain't no bone to pick, my shoulder just has a little shoulder itch

My middle finger won't go down the same finger that I used to itch

Just flick you like a flea then light the flame that we use for ticks

You leeching off the wrong dogs if the boot fits then wear it bitch

2024, another year, another new me

Fuck a resolution, same dog but with new teeth

Biting back at anybody, scroll past the old me

The underdog is off the leash and hungry for some bones to eat

Fuck the red carpet, I wipe my boots up in the nosebleed

Country rappers in my blood, I bleed it like a nosebleed

I settle down with both feet, running fast I don't freeze

Don't blink, you might lose and I bark back with a nosebleed

Who wanna go right now, I'm from the bottom of the creek

The long nights of sacrifice but nobody knows what it means

Creek squad, motherfucker, holler boys, that's from the creek

And I was meant for this country rap, and you falling down the stream