[Intro]
Hahaha Church
[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
Everybody 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?
[Chorus]
Hahaha
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...
[Verse 1]
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
Hahaha Church
[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
Everybody 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?
[Chorus]
Hahaha
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...
[Verse 1]
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
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