[Intro]
Yeah buddy
What's up YouTube
Ain't done a remix in a minute
Church, ha ha
So I figured I'd hop up in this bitch today
Hey thanks Stoner, thanks Trav
Church
[Verse 1]
I bet they prolly wish I'd go ahead and stop it
Half it poppin' half of Davy Crockett
Always got a buck knife tucked away up in my pocket
And when I click the pen I take off like a rocket
Never had a prob' with writer's block or nothin'
Grew up in a place where everyone went huntin'
But I ain't lookin' for no deer cracker
I got my eyes up on the throne I'm about to be ownin'
Camouflage jacket lookin' like a prince
Hair look like I sleep up underneath a bridge
Hand full of rings and that ain't for no looks
That's just in case I got to throw a couple hooks
They said I couldn't now I'm in the mirror cheesin'
Laughin' at the folks who would never believe it
Askin' for their tickets to the local shows
Sorry they sold out like last week bro
And I be sprayin' beer like Stone Cold in the 90's
Always in the spot where you won't ever find me
I ain't Ricky Bobby ain't no one behind me
Made a name without a label havin' to sign me
They ask me why I'm cocky I tell em' cause I can
Stuntin' in my high school reunion in a Lam
My teacher's yearly compensation sittin' in the parkin' lot out front so tell em' what it is
Yeah buddy
What's up YouTube
Ain't done a remix in a minute
Church, ha ha
So I figured I'd hop up in this bitch today
Hey thanks Stoner, thanks Trav
Church
[Verse 1]
I bet they prolly wish I'd go ahead and stop it
Half it poppin' half of Davy Crockett
Always got a buck knife tucked away up in my pocket
And when I click the pen I take off like a rocket
Never had a prob' with writer's block or nothin'
Grew up in a place where everyone went huntin'
But I ain't lookin' for no deer cracker
I got my eyes up on the throne I'm about to be ownin'
Camouflage jacket lookin' like a prince
Hair look like I sleep up underneath a bridge
Hand full of rings and that ain't for no looks
That's just in case I got to throw a couple hooks
They said I couldn't now I'm in the mirror cheesin'
Laughin' at the folks who would never believe it
Askin' for their tickets to the local shows
Sorry they sold out like last week bro
And I be sprayin' beer like Stone Cold in the 90's
Always in the spot where you won't ever find me
I ain't Ricky Bobby ain't no one behind me
Made a name without a label havin' to sign me
They ask me why I'm cocky I tell em' cause I can
Stuntin' in my high school reunion in a Lam
My teacher's yearly compensation sittin' in the parkin' lot out front so tell em' what it is
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