Tennessee Tilt Upchurch

[Intro]
Hahahahaha
These motherfuckers are built not bought, boy!

[Verse 1]
My fuckin' light bar and my HID's
Keep me stackin' up these tickets from the county police
I stay smashin' on these bitches 'cause my truck's so clean
Yeah, I'm mister 'put yo girl up in my passenger seat'
I got that radio cranked soundin' like a damn concert (Damn concert)
Tattoos on my skin like I said fuck a job 'fer (Fuck a job)
Ridin' as a crew but we rollin' as a family (Family)
Shout out to Robertson and Cheatham County ridin' in this bitch
What you starin' at son? AR in the back glass
Your girlfriend muggin', tell her I said she got a fat ass
Tell her I got that 6.0 blowin' all that black smoke
She wanna ride with me if we fiddin' to hit that backroad

[Chorus]
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than a moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back, that's that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, Tenne-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T-T-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county they rock that Tennessee Tilt