Whiskey Fiddle Songtext
von Adam Calhoun

I ain′t what you used to (used to)
I don't fuck around with these dudes, naw
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain′t what you're used to" (used to)
I don't fuck around with these dudes, naw
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out

I get it you′re so tough and stuff
Big ol′ pickup trucks, muddin', and huntin′ bucks
I'll bet you a hundred bucks I ran out of fucks
And you ain′t good at fightin' so you learned how to duck
Run tuck and tell it never fuckin′ fails
I don't give a fuck about Yale I grew up tough as nails


I ain't worried about bail I got money by the bales
And I ain′t talkin′ 'bout hay I′m talkin' ′bout sales
You ain't talkin′ 'bout shit unless you talkin' ′bout me
Come say it to my face you gonna talk without teeth
Oh me oh my made his old lady lie
Made his old dog die, seen that old boy cry (boy cry)

Yeah Bubba shit′s about to get ugly
I'm old school but the new school love me
Two lanes run with me or from me
Don′t gamble with your life boy you ain't that lucky

I ain′t what you used to (used to)
I don't fuck around with these dudes, naw
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain′t what you're used to" (used to)
I don't fuck around with these dudes, naw
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out


I said "I ain′t what you′re used to" (used to)
I don't fuck around with these dudes, naw
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain′t what you're used to" (used to)
I don′t fuck around with these dudes, naw
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out

Oh, pickin' and grinnin′, steadily winnin' (whoo)
I ain't surprised I had what it took from the beginnin′
I was full speed runnin′ them over makin' fools bleed
Trainin′ rookies for the big leagues indeed
Man I hope you have fantasy points
I'm offensively dangerous when I′m bangin' these joints
Bases loaded and a full count, oww
You gotta pitch to me now I′m knockin' that shit out

Callin' my shot
I drop a hundred videos all of them hot
A-Cal asked could have I said "Boy stop"
It′d be my pleasure to cook it up on hot
I bridge a gap from the mud to them hicks up top (yeah, yeah)
′Til the whole maps covered I shit you not
I'll be sittin′ on green for the beat to drop
Indian style, haha

I ain't what you used to (used to)
I don′t fuck around with these dudes, naw
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you′re used to" (used to)
I don't fuck around with these dudes, naw
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out