50/50

Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty
 When you came rolling round, loud and proud,
 With your boys talking about all that city slang,
 Act like we don't know a thing,
 Just like we're some backwards rejects, belly ride a bad chick
 Last fishing, cousin kissing, nothing but a bunch of rednecks
 I'm about to let you know, son, we was raised on these shotguns
 And none of us ever gonna back down, we're proud of being smacked down
 Reddels too, we're closed before you keep running that lip,
 'cause there's a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped
 Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty
 Let me tell you how it's going down, all up in here,
 Everybody know just who you is, momma, daddy and your kids,
 Seen you at the Walmart, caught you over about the deary queen,
 Called your wife about an hour ago, said you sat in a bar with Joeline
 Now you're talking crazy, talk son, drugers in your heart, they walk, son
 Tell 'em there's you the big cheese, momma gonna knock you to your knees
 If you go home and tell that country girl that bullshit, there's a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped
 Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty