Upchurch - CornBread lyrics

Yeah church, Church, Church, Church
(Church, Church)
They don't want me to have nothin'
Ha, fuck 'em creek Squad

They say I'm stuck up, nah
Got some jingle in my Wranglers
But the only people sayin' that to
Me are just some strangers
Yeah, you wasn't with me in that
Ranger posted in the front yard
You wasn't hangin' with me when I was
Broke and on that rooster farm
You wasn't fuckin' with me when my
Ford was done with rattle can
Bitch I'm still the same me
You know what the deal is
It's fifty one fifty four with
The Pond Creek Road
Chicken Willie's grandson with the
Tattoos on 'em
I'm the fuckin' rebel dreamin' in
Two thousand and eighteen
That's why all these haters are
Constantly fuckin' hatin' on me
'Cause I can pull up in that 62
White paint with the SS
I'm a white boy, been broke
But now I'm gettin' that cornbread

I guess you ain't heard I raise
Hell and get the cornbread
I ride around in something filthy
Bitch I'm gettin' more head
Got the John Deere green on the stepside Z
71 joints ain't nobody smokin' with me (Ayy)

Pullin' up in Walker Texas Ranger (Hey)
Psycho social with a trigger finger (Hey)
Cowhide in my bedroom
Closet full of smell good and denim Wranglers
(Hey) down south raised
Boy you know I'm stayin' in the sticks
(You know it) backwoods music man
Billy The Kid with the stick
Creek, creek, creek
To the motherfuckin' squad
Tattoos coverin' my body
That I got up in a barn (yeah)
I still roll with the same honkeys like
I did back in the day though (True)
This country boy lightin' the 'Ville up
Every day it's day glow
Yeah, Broadway lurkin' white lightin'
Under the Vette
My bitch naturally lookin' like she
Always wearin' a corset
I drop the top on the LS
Show my ass in Music City
RHEC on my grave, find my ass in Ashland City

I guess you ain't heard I raise
Hell and get the cornbread
I ride around in something filthy
Bitch I'm gettin' more head
Got the John Deere green on the stepside Z
71 joints ain't nobody smokin' with me

I guess you ain't heard I raise
Hell and get the cornbread
On my outskirts shit
I don't fuck with Music City
I guess you ain't heard I raise
Hell and get the cornbread
On my outskirts shit, I don't
Fuck with Music City, no

Ah, Stoner stone, baby, stone
Yeah, 6-1-5 creek Squad (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I guess you ain't heard I raise
Hell and get the cornbread
I ride around in something filthy
Bitch I'm gettin' more head
Got the John Deere green on the stepside Z
71 joints ain't nobody smokin' with me

I guess you ain't heard I raise
Hell and get the cornbread