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.