Yz

Aye

Church, motherfuckin' Church

Creek squad

You can't ride in my Range Rover

You can't smoke on my Jane clover

You can't come to my crib, joker

Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord

Every single thing I got was got by me

I ain't have no handout, I was grabbin' the back of dreams

Everybody sittin', pointin', laughin', I was runnin' chasin' shit

Now their jaws are on the ground, they lookin' like they hatin' bitch

I worked my way from not havin' a thing

And now I got "Creeker" carved on five of my diamond rings

<span begin="1:02.838" end="1:03.940">I don't wear 'em though</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:03.691" end="1:04.872">(Motherfucker)</span></span>

I'm still gettin' trash talked by white trash, I am

Little bitch, my six is watched by every skin in Dixieland, creek squad

You can't ride in my Range Rover

You can't smoke on my Jane clover

You can't come to my crib, joker

Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord

I'm that ratchet redneck, I stay cleaner than a shower

I jam out to rock and roll, my tour bus is Stone Sour

And I wear the same jeans, sometimes back to back, on that stage again

When I cross the Cheatham Line, smokin' in that Range again

Dodgin' coppers, plead the fifth, no you cannot search my shit

Unless you get a warrant, don't wake up Judge Maxey, trust me skin

<span begin="1:58.791" end="2:01.796">Put Cheatham on the map like nobody has done before</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:01.824" end="2:02.476">(You know it)</span></span>

But you can still get fucked up with a screw in a two-by-four, Church

You can't ride in my Range Rover

You can't smoke on my Jane clover

You can't come to my crib, joker

Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad

Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord