Who
Ha-ha-ha, Church
Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
They don't wanna see me win, they know that's a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain't close enough or got the balls to act
So when I'm lookin' at ya, I'm like who the fuck is that?
Ha-ha-ha, who the, who the fuck is that?
Yeah, who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
Who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
I said, who the, who the fuck is
Started out with nothin', truck eat up in rust and
Thought they wouldn't accept me, then I felt like fuck it
You can't tell me nothin' country, country bumpkin
Puttin' wagon wheels up on a fuckin' Cutlass
You can suck my rooster, yeah, I got the scratch
I'm fightin' 'til I'm dead, I'm comin' with the gaffs
If you can't speak my language, we can't hang for that
I'm from the dirty-dirty, filthy in the back
Bitch, I hang with folks who don't got Instagram
But I can make you disappear for 50 grand
Robert E. Lee with the shit 'cause I'm the man
Leader of the south, just read it on my hand
Our middle fingers up, they blow for fuck you mode
Ain't a person in the game I'll ever owe
Keep the south high, livin' in the gold
Cheatham County shit, Pond Creek Road
Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
They don't wanna see me win, they know that's a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain't close enough or got the balls to act
So when I'm lookin' at ya, I'm like who the fuck is that?
Ha-ha-ha, who the, who the fuck is that?
Yeah, who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
Who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
I said, who the, who the fuck is
Overall or over ball, rockin' overalls
Comin' at ya hot with a sawed off and nine jaw
I feel like the shit, back side of a horse stall
Then I stay gallopin' like an immortal horse y'all
I stayed the course for no remorse
With a bucket on my head with a couple of sharp swords
I'm lurkin' and lookin' who I'm gonna go hunt more
Like Church, why the hell you draggin' me through the dark for?
"I don't know bro", man I been a little off the rocker
I wanna eat a rapper like he's sponsored by Betty Crocker, you motherfucker
And I don't wanna hear it with that I'm too good now
The fame done got me and my fame done fanned out
And other rappers tryna come at me and act out (yeah)
Country rap, in no position to needin' a rough draft
Upchurch with the heat, on fire, won't dry out
Got a barn of tobacco packin' up my foul mouth, ayy
Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
They don't wanna see me win, they know that's a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain't close enough or got the balls to act
So when I'm lookin' at ya, I'm like who the fuck is that?
Ha-ha-ha, who the, who the fuck is that?
Yeah, who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
Who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
I said, who the, who the fuck is
Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
They don't wanna see me win, they know that's a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain't close enough or got the balls to act
So when I'm lookin' at ya, I'm like who the fuck is that?
Ha-ha-ha, who the, who the fuck is that?
Yeah, who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
Who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
I said, who the, who the fuck is
Started out with nothin', truck eat up in rust and
Thought they wouldn't accept me, then I felt like fuck it
You can't tell me nothin' country, country bumpkin
Puttin' wagon wheels up on a fuckin' Cutlass
You can suck my rooster, yeah, I got the scratch
I'm fightin' 'til I'm dead, I'm comin' with the gaffs
If you can't speak my language, we can't hang for that
I'm from the dirty-dirty, filthy in the back
Bitch, I hang with folks who don't got Instagram
But I can make you disappear for 50 grand
Robert E. Lee with the shit 'cause I'm the man
Leader of the south, just read it on my hand
Our middle fingers up, they blow for fuck you mode
Ain't a person in the game I'll ever owe
Keep the south high, livin' in the gold
Cheatham County shit, Pond Creek Road
Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
They don't wanna see me win, they know that's a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain't close enough or got the balls to act
So when I'm lookin' at ya, I'm like who the fuck is that?
Ha-ha-ha, who the, who the fuck is that?
Yeah, who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
Who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
I said, who the, who the fuck is
Overall or over ball, rockin' overalls
Comin' at ya hot with a sawed off and nine jaw
I feel like the shit, back side of a horse stall
Then I stay gallopin' like an immortal horse y'all
I stayed the course for no remorse
With a bucket on my head with a couple of sharp swords
I'm lurkin' and lookin' who I'm gonna go hunt more
Like Church, why the hell you draggin' me through the dark for?
"I don't know bro", man I been a little off the rocker
I wanna eat a rapper like he's sponsored by Betty Crocker, you motherfucker
And I don't wanna hear it with that I'm too good now
The fame done got me and my fame done fanned out
And other rappers tryna come at me and act out (yeah)
Country rap, in no position to needin' a rough draft
Upchurch with the heat, on fire, won't dry out
Got a barn of tobacco packin' up my foul mouth, ayy
Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
They don't wanna see me win, they know that's a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain't close enough or got the balls to act
So when I'm lookin' at ya, I'm like who the fuck is that?
Ha-ha-ha, who the, who the fuck is that?
Yeah, who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
Who the, who the fuck is that?
I don't know, I don't know
I said, who the, who the fuck is
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Daniel Toner, Ryan Edward Upchurch
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