Upchurch - Country Fried lyrics
[Upchurch - Country Fried lyrics]
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle on my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off (yeah)
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
Everybody wanna be a country trend
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Everybody wanna have a jacked up truck
When really that's not even who they are
Hashtag, dressin' up
Insta game all messed up hell no
Come kick mud in them deep
Sticks with them big boys
I'm southern-grown by the grace of God
Shockin' folks like a cattle prod
People that blew me off last year
Now hit me up with a text or call
Like we're close, what's wrong with y'all
When I stood up you wanted me to fall
And now I beat the odds
And now I'm standin' tall
Boy, buck up and don't buck it all
And it's funny how that shit goes
Last year I wasn't known
A month passed and I blew up
Now I got fans in other time zones
People think that I'm all a joke
On my front porch straight blowin' smoke
But I'm in the ring like
Gold ropes, straight redneck, just too dope
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off (yeah)
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
Chevrolet tuned up, rockin' me a crew cut
Hottie ridin' shottie tanned up
With a huge butt
Gun in the back glass, V-8 go fast
Cherry red lock her lips
Motherfucker look bad
Everybody look back, smooth as some cold Jack
Finger to the haters, all I do is don't laugh
Backwoods so bad, comin' like a nomad
Slingin' up mud, spinnin' wheels
Like a dirt track, okay
And these people said that I couldn't though
And these people said that I wouldn't, so
(Ha ha ha)
I turned around with a grin, crooked smile
And I knew what the hell I was doin'
Just had to wait for perfect timin'
Now it's photoshoots, videos
Rockin' all of my old clothes
RHEC'n shit since day one
Hillbilly hype on SoCo
And they say I'm gonna change
But middle Tennesseans don't ever
Uproot their ways
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off (yeah)
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle on my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off (yeah)
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
Everybody wanna be a country trend
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Everybody wanna have a jacked up truck
When really that's not even who they are
Hashtag, dressin' up
Insta game all messed up hell no
Come kick mud in them deep
Sticks with them big boys
I'm southern-grown by the grace of God
Shockin' folks like a cattle prod
People that blew me off last year
Now hit me up with a text or call
Like we're close, what's wrong with y'all
When I stood up you wanted me to fall
And now I beat the odds
And now I'm standin' tall
Boy, buck up and don't buck it all
And it's funny how that shit goes
Last year I wasn't known
A month passed and I blew up
Now I got fans in other time zones
People think that I'm all a joke
On my front porch straight blowin' smoke
But I'm in the ring like
Gold ropes, straight redneck, just too dope
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off (yeah)
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
Chevrolet tuned up, rockin' me a crew cut
Hottie ridin' shottie tanned up
With a huge butt
Gun in the back glass, V-8 go fast
Cherry red lock her lips
Motherfucker look bad
Everybody look back, smooth as some cold Jack
Finger to the haters, all I do is don't laugh
Backwoods so bad, comin' like a nomad
Slingin' up mud, spinnin' wheels
Like a dirt track, okay
And these people said that I couldn't though
And these people said that I wouldn't, so
(Ha ha ha)
I turned around with a grin, crooked smile
And I knew what the hell I was doin'
Just had to wait for perfect timin'
Now it's photoshoots, videos
Rockin' all of my old clothes
RHEC'n shit since day one
Hillbilly hype on SoCo
And they say I'm gonna change
But middle Tennesseans don't ever
Uproot their ways
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes
Straight poppin' off (yeah)
Bowtie on the billet, this honkey's hot
Watch me sizzle all my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)