[Intro: Upchurch]
Ayy
Church
Up-motherfuckin'-church
Creek squad

[Chorus: Upchurch]
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 gangster, 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 gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord (Church)

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Still can't ride with me, but now it's different, I ain't drivin'
In the back seat of my Phantom with the curtain down and vibin'
On my country boy shit, some things don't never change
That's why I walk around the 'Ville with a pistol rockin' these chains, cuz
Ain't no country singers dangerous
Locals never change up
Grimy from the jump, can't make a Volunteer go bankrupt
Rockstar of the holler, can't move me with dots or commas
Untouchable to ones who never had to bust ass for dollars
I don't care what you own, I don't care what you got
All I care is if you 'bout it and if you the type to be bought
Won't catch me around no people dressin' up for television
When I put on somethin' snazzy, I'm shootin' birds or these bitches
Church
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