[Intro]
Well boys, we hit the jack pot this time
[Chorus: Katie Noel & Upchurch]
Diesel gang, Chevy gang, Ford gang, Dodge gang
Still blowin' black smoke ain't shit changed
Only thing changed is my pockets full of change
Bustin' rappers up like targets at a range
Motherfucker whaddup
[Verse 1: Katie Noel]
You don't even wanna come and get this
Stuntin' on you bitches I'm a square body blowin' y'all a big kiss
Big whips for big kids
You are oatmeal, I'm a big bowl of cheese grits
Quaker, stone ground in the mill
Next year I make a mill I'll still be real
I'll still be country, I'll still kill the charts
I'll be everybody's Queen, not queen of hearts
Queen of the south, peach cobbler in my mouth
Reel labels in, y'all my rainbow trout
Catch and release I throw 'em right back
Then keep all the money I make on my tracks
Fuck all that fake shit, I'll punch you in the face bitch
Call me daddy, get a taste of this old switch
Try to make another me, you can't replace this
Gotta face this, I am the face bitch
Of everything southern even down to the basics
Kneel with the slugs in the shawty like Matrix
Rappers hungry motherfucker can't taste this
Fuck the beat up make 808 babies
Uh, rev it up, I hate goin' slow
Miss. Claus y'all some ho ho hoes
I slay, take the gun out my holster
I'm a reindeer pullin' round all the hoser
Don't know country I'll be your closer
I keep the ball rollin' like a motherfuckin' coaster
I'm a Poptart I jumped in the toaster
Came out with the heat, your career: over
Raisin' hell makin' bread that's made of corn
Scare the game, I'm the children of the corn
I stay strapped, I'm a female Jason Borne
Ridin' round in cars with fuckin' Dixie whores, bitch
Well boys, we hit the jack pot this time
[Chorus: Katie Noel & Upchurch]
Diesel gang, Chevy gang, Ford gang, Dodge gang
Still blowin' black smoke ain't shit changed
Only thing changed is my pockets full of change
Bustin' rappers up like targets at a range
Motherfucker whaddup
[Verse 1: Katie Noel]
You don't even wanna come and get this
Stuntin' on you bitches I'm a square body blowin' y'all a big kiss
Big whips for big kids
You are oatmeal, I'm a big bowl of cheese grits
Quaker, stone ground in the mill
Next year I make a mill I'll still be real
I'll still be country, I'll still kill the charts
I'll be everybody's Queen, not queen of hearts
Queen of the south, peach cobbler in my mouth
Reel labels in, y'all my rainbow trout
Catch and release I throw 'em right back
Then keep all the money I make on my tracks
Fuck all that fake shit, I'll punch you in the face bitch
Call me daddy, get a taste of this old switch
Try to make another me, you can't replace this
Gotta face this, I am the face bitch
Of everything southern even down to the basics
Kneel with the slugs in the shawty like Matrix
Rappers hungry motherfucker can't taste this
Fuck the beat up make 808 babies
Uh, rev it up, I hate goin' slow
Miss. Claus y'all some ho ho hoes
I slay, take the gun out my holster
I'm a reindeer pullin' round all the hoser
Don't know country I'll be your closer
I keep the ball rollin' like a motherfuckin' coaster
I'm a Poptart I jumped in the toaster
Came out with the heat, your career: over
Raisin' hell makin' bread that's made of corn
Scare the game, I'm the children of the corn
I stay strapped, I'm a female Jason Borne
Ridin' round in cars with fuckin' Dixie whores, bitch
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